Gently the wind blows ‘cross the faces
Of nations and lands of indistinct races
As the wind whips the flags, the crags of the arrogant faces
And the elitist who wear these blindest disgraces
The proud and the few, who publish what’s “true”, amid assumptions that flue
And echo in caverns of morals and right, being so wrong, ‘tis so obviously true
The patterns of fascists reflect in their you
As they contrive to survive their destruction so due
“We the people…”
in order to form a more perfect union, do wander
amid thoughts and imagines we meaningless wonder
what to think, and, finding thoughts, we pause, ponder clause
and make with logics sharp claws
'we the people...'
have thoughts, some not nice, some epicly so, in nature
and submit them all to our hearts legislature
if not just a seconds reflections of others
having no application to me or my brothers
then, to debate, or not, such is the right
of those who would not blindly blight
'We the people...'
the heart is the judge, a debate may take place
would i hurt, those i love, those who love, those who try
would i harm those who mean well, those i never can tell, just in case
would i fly, in formations with eagles, or contrive to lie
with the hogs
if the hogs would lie with me...
and if i
or even, i submit, if you
would
remember that 'flue'?
what is it?
'would'?
'wood'?
'We the people...'
flew.
question:
'who are, for all the money in the world...
Shadrach, Meshack, and Abednego? '
and, if you had a God, or if you do, what would He want, or, if He was you...
tommy lee rage
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-he-was-you-please-review-fellowpoets-and-no-grunting/
