Flaming galls
- To the Babysitter, who baby sits;
- endurance is your motto and photo
- To the Bodyguard, who body guards;
- honesty is your diplomacy, aside mercy.
- Here, I sit on a long bench of worries;
- watching this cauldron filled with galls,
- And my flesh hedged about: dizziness
- flexing their moments over my worries.
- There, I have been sitting, quite long,
- seeing the whole edges getting edgy;
- Watching the tears of the leaves falling:
- my nation is compassed with galls and travails.
- To the civilian casualties, I mourn with;
- in dark places and in fierce races,
- Let's live long, let's fight strong:
- hereinafter, dwells peace and unity.
- Surely, this nation sunk in mud paths:
- taking oaths of hope girded with sackloths,
- How then would her daughter's merry,
- if not dancing in nude nets and aprons.
- Recompense I see; according to work done,
- and sodomity shall prevail no city anymore
- Behold their visage is darker than charcoal:
- their skin cleave to their weathered bones.
- Fear and snare is staged upon this nation,
- so is desolation bites and chaotic destruction
- I sit here, with my saddy strings from Saul,
- beckoning stones and rocks to overhaul.
- ©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
- (A Salient prolific author...)
- 20/01/2018
- 12:31PM
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