We set the world ablaze
rage amidst cries for peace
tearing boots from bare feet.
Taking your sons no trace of your father
torn from your home for our bloody desire
leave lonely the flesh of your wives and daughter’s.
Built to burn the paper walls of hell
serfs march into death not beholden to self
our fire razed history while statues fell.
Victorious march over bloody cricks
corpses lay lost prone in corruption
wrath of men gory odds and ends.
Shadows pass on what once we knew
erstwhile mistakes we make anew
patres ex mortuis we take no cue.
Our match went out we cast away
twisted black line left in the snow
faces torn. countries worn.
Mourn for the earth.
Mourn no more.
Birds eat my berries but my wife grew up bird watching so you’ll find feeders all over our property… they don’t help the berries get into my belly! What can I do? LOL We bought a plastic owl for the back yard… seems to sort of work, maybe.
I’m looking. Not finding.
To attach myself to something
worthy of a note.
for a song that means nothing
there is definitely something
that can keep your attention enough
to pass a quote.
get to the point I think I will
but I’ve gotten my point across so
for me to say anything more
might be a wash.
So I’ll take your ears and take
them for a walk around the block
and you can’t hear me give
your head a knock
Or take a walk so long you aught
I almost had a song but after careful consideration
it’s clear while writing I’ve hit a wall.