Defeat © Poems Garden Blood starts drippin’ from the soldier’s wound Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician’s room Deep in the house, white fades to red And the freedom we’re fighting for seems to be dead ‘Cause we can’t win like he once said No we can’t triumph over the hate in our enemy’s head But we’re deep in mud over the bulls**t we’ve been fed While more and more soldiers awake in Heaven’sbed The wind is blowing like a hurricane In the frightening desolated lands Where the wolves are insane And hawks feast on bloody hands Bullets flying, children dying, mothers crying While the beasts are lying and hiding Behind black curtains that no one’s finding But God knows the truth, and He’s forever more sighing Too many hands washed in widows’ tears Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears Too many hearts frozen numb from fears Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate Disillusioned by dark demons’ fate Persistent nightmares of woe begone escape: Screeching fervently under Liberty’s Gate I grasp the rope fabric with delicate care, Neck tickling from its bristly hair My chapped, dry lips whisper a final prayer Before a tightening ravish pain permeates the air A bright radiant flash scorches the cloudless horizon And ashes drift upward, caressing my bare, dangling feet Bleak, barren, biting malice below seems blazon But the dead know not the sentiment of defeat.
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 11:06:51 +0000
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