Post by AquarianM on Nov 28, 2007 6:59:54 GMT -5
Red Bone…
Bones of ochre rubbed quite raw,
Ancients’ hammers and saws,
The beast that eats never-ending,
Is having a feast of George’s sending,
Should they dry in all the sun,
Still not far enough could one run,
To a place where you couldn’t see,
The legacy,
Of the American Way,
Fire and brimstone dropped day by day,
Like an egg full of sulfur and rot,
No more chances for children shot,
Pandora’s box has been not just opened but raped,
As we all just stood and gaped,
We’ll each have to face Heaven alone,
Tongue-tied and gagging on every red bone.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/28/2007
Bones of ochre rubbed quite raw,
Ancients’ hammers and saws,
The beast that eats never-ending,
Is having a feast of George’s sending,
Should they dry in all the sun,
Still not far enough could one run,
To a place where you couldn’t see,
The legacy,
Of the American Way,
Fire and brimstone dropped day by day,
Like an egg full of sulfur and rot,
No more chances for children shot,
Pandora’s box has been not just opened but raped,
As we all just stood and gaped,
We’ll each have to face Heaven alone,
Tongue-tied and gagging on every red bone.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/28/2007
