I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.
I saw the Devil and the Lord talking as if they were best of friends The Devil said to the Mighty one “Let’s bring this to an end“
By David Aleman8 years ago in Poets
"Deutschland, Deutschland," is his battle cry A Bayonet his weapon and a willingness to die Doing all he has to do to remember all before
As the marble roles down the hill the little boy laughs and runs Apache Joe and the Cowboy Kid with hands firmly on plastic guns
The first time we fought it was against the Angels Next time we fought it was way down there in hell The third time in war we fought for all mankind
I have worked all of my life supporting kith and kin Now the teenager in a suit say’s I’m never going to win From the day I nearly died and my heart gave out a sigh
Hiding below the window sill Every Tuesday it was the same, “Hide below the window sill” “If the rent man knocks the door and I know he probably will”
With a blackened finger he points and fears This terrible day of four hundred tears Young mothers, wives and brides to be
