Guys, I experimented with this poem, Id really appreciate sincere dogmatic even callous criticism, you guys are wonderful, youre special! GREED AND CURSE Somewhere in a long forgotten time Draculas last kin, broods his heart Killing him would never be crime Arrows and stakes, with caustic lime Here and there, stakes and arrows pierce New dawn brothers! A bow hand said Death at him gnaw, his spirit fierce Dead once again, the counts now thrice This truth, I am the last to tell We picked and buried him in the Sahara. A vampires hell Cursed and bounded in a souless spell Under the watch of mercury The stake loses and hes awake Bloodshot, weakened in penury Hes been asleep: a century From tricks left in his cowrie shell Blood is for you! You god of war Ill give it up for broken spell The lock unlatchs for his farewell Geysers of hunger in him boil What for blood, will he substitute Not gold, not diamond, yes! But oil And that began the curse of oil To him do lustful power bow Greedy, thirsty, inhumane men And to him make puny vow How then will the deliver? How? Once again arm must now bare arms Against men that rock his den There incisor that sap our farms We must protect our spring of palms Wish to jail him in a black hole Where greater darkness will smite him Next time his darkness gets a soul Well be ready to stake a pole Colonials, dictators usurp calms but we can revert and restore its life It is our right, we are not begging for alms Freedom shall join our national psalms
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 11:02:43 +0000
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