The day was calm
As nice as life
The sun had lips
And was wide
As women’s hips
The day i got slit
From the flock
Was a sheep
To woman
I must keep
As the bride to my kids
But i was tricked
On the day
Eagles screamed
As the reverend
Shouts something
-objections come forward please-
Yes i stood holding my peace
Holding her wrist and
Smiling at will
When the young prince
Pull up at feat
On a black kit
Shaded in white bits
And tone
I think its paris
Shouted objective
While i stood still
In hot heat
Baby who is this
I asked her my see
Wating for her spree
Of jamboree and stink
But nothing came in
As she stood still with
Me
Eyes on the brown rift
At the end of the street
Give me my kids
He said as he kicked
Looking like steel
And the opposite of peace
But i let go my peace
And burst out the gate
Letting a pace
No one had prevailed
….to be cont..
~caesar