As if it were an old friend,
That to sentiments does lend,
An opening, deep and through.
You can always go back
To ‘That’ poem,
The one that when was read
Traversed your heart,
At that moment,
Was just what you needed,
The very close friend,
That to your pain,
A sympathetic ear did lend.
And the most absorbing,Hearts that meltInto each otherAs Love blendsIt’s magic spellBelonging thenTo one another,Love is Life’sMost passionate possession,Ecstasy, can go no farther.
Can stand almost anything,Except, if it’s fake.
All they care about is,To Win It!And then continue,To Spin It!Incredibly, sad,Incredibly, shamefulA Country like this,Ripped, gutted by Cads
In a charming mannerLike a blessed thing.Look for it,Find itAnd you will feel,That special glowThe peace and happiness,That simple Beauty Brings.
If I can look upon the stars,And wish good things to happen,Why should I wish for bad?If I could change war into peace,I certainly would try,After so many years have past,It’s time for War to die.
The Dark AgesIgnorance, PovertyAnd Religion,The RenaissanceRebirth of theMost Precious Art,Popes, with vision,The era of Deified Kings(dictators in waiting)Giving more hungerAnd, Yes, more Religion!20 and 21st CenturyPolitical BrainwashingPermissiveness,Social-CommunistIgnorance,End of National Pride,Death of DemocracyDownward, quality slideRespect and TruthStrangled on the sideWith ruthless, Sedition.Epilogue,From here onOnly Hell can beNext,We already seeThe Fires BurningDown Shame’s Street.
