We eat yet
our mouths shut, sleeping yet our eyes open
Days our
daughters sake we dust ourselves, our doors are open
Where our
father watched from afar
Now he dines
with us, not from afar
For once he
lived with a military
Ages nowhere
near, our enemies, his complementary
Which
foundations he builds upon from our Uncle
Who came and
did little about our broken ankle
To which our
father now vow to heal forever
More
bandage, P.O.P’s, spirited alcohol, drugs, stopping never
Watching him
build our new homes on rocks
And our
enemies hideouts on sandy blocks
Which he
alone cannot but his friends’ aid
As our
enemies countless, their canker, only our fathers aid
No comments:
Post a Comment