Wars Grace
Ribboned light locked her tight
within a shadows embrace
The embrace locked her place
Within the loop of time
Of such a time marked a crime
Within a crimson tide
Bloody tide, nowhere to hide
Within this hell of now
And as with now all shall bow
To the queen of desire
Of her desire build your pyre
Consumed in golden shame
And her shame smoldered to blame
Form which the solider crumbles
As he crumbles nations stumble
Into a deep recession
Dark recession gives a scarred impression
Of those who dreamed away
All away those things that sway
Beneath the moon beam lair
Within the lair you may loose all care
Of rational thought or act
Without that act you will make a pact
With the deamons within
With whats within you can not win
But lie broken and forlorn
So forlorn the warrior warn
With weapons scorch the ground
And on the ground such are found
The flowers of despair
Such despair for the lost – beware
As they wait in shallow grave
Lost the grave upon the wave
As time it’s toll did take
Lives to take and souls to break
As patrons fight the nations
As the nations loose those who choose
Those at home do suffer
All shall suffer like a war torn lover
Who stands at the gate
And at that gate their hearts do break
For exists is all the rougher
Posted: Friday, June 21st, 2019 @ 10:14 am
Categories: Poems, Political.
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