If not my father  who will be our champion
the echo of those words never fell on any worthy ear
the young voice yelled out will any one stand with me
Like grains in an hour-glass sifting near their final tight fit
The castle was long ago abandoned its stone features weather to sand
Without so much as a pin drop throughout his ghost begotten land
not fit for woman child or man or beast to bear his burden
his paling flesh and cracking lips his limbs in tattered form
\\\\\\\//                 \           \\///////
Hello                    /            Hello
Hello                   /             Hello
/ /
/ / /
(                   ( O  O )                     )
( No Redress )
(  )
There were flowers you called weeds
colors of different pallets
then there was me
Published on March 5, 2011 at 8:46 am  Leave a Comment  

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