Emergency Mail

Emergency mail

Come on, heats of misdeeds
Relieve me of my sin-creeds
Recall not my days of smoked weeds
And surround saints off spoilt breeds

Culture became pride and prejudice,
Heads in forest for sacrifice;
Olden and modern warfare still on ice,
What has life dewormed for a price?

Mr artiste and Mr havens of riches,
Young and elder dreaming about witches,
Drunken deformed drivers at beaches,
Hell! hell! hell! Is no place for sandwiches

Turn left, turn right, buckle up and sail,
Pillars wake and stand strong to hail,
Correction cemented ceilings in jail,
Emergency enraged worry; I sent heaven a mail.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
04/06/2017
06:45AM