Your perspective does not stand alone By itself in a corner lifeless as a stone But there you sit pompous and fake In your arrogance, you make a great mistake
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
I am, uncomfortable, concerned, and unnerved I am angry, and uncertain by the things that I have observed I live in the land of the free and home of the brave
There was an old lady Who had a long nose, So she had to walk funny Because it hung to her toes She'd trip and she'd fall
How weak and feeble I am Tossed to and fro like this Disturbed and made to fear By the smallest of all matters The slightest breeze upsets me
Until the hours have fled far from me, Until the days have slipped into years. Until old age has worn my body down,
Guns could not destroy him Bullets and bombs bounced off Swords and knives were useless At them, he would only scoff
White What does that mean? What shade is that exactly? From all the colors red to green. White My skin is pink, my blood is red
The farmer thought he was safe Sitting alone in his wooden box. Reading guns and ammo magazine In nothing but his socks.
The African Safari was nice for the chickens They traveled the Sahara with ease But when they ran out of beer they knew it was time
All of farm and space Full of feathers, and animals and fear Littered in a timey, whimey kind of sense With manure, and confusion, and beer.
Somewhere in the shadows And lurking in mystery Stands a group of heroes Unknown throughout history Watching and waiting
