Saturday 16 January 2016

The New Song

They brought them
into the home to protect us
they passed away
for the home to consume us

Hold my hands
all ye in flight
and will be liberated
from their trap

You will only spend a while
in confusion
you will settle
and be the monarch of all

From an intonation
which breeds the curse
of bad behaviour and happenings
would be buried behind

You will enter the new world
with a new look
in a new clothing
singing a new song




23*6*2010



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