Circle the Wagons
Circle the wagons,
We must protect our love,
Arrows and spears
Let them fly above
No one will take me away
No one will make my last day
I have too much to lose
Since loving you
I'll fight against all odds
And do what I must do
Shoot your rifles,
Unlease your arrow
When this day is over
No way can you harrow
My love concrete
My nerves of steel
I'll beat you all
And you'll feel
My fist of rage
My refusal to give way
And you can return with more soldiers
Another day
I'll tear your hearts out,
Spit on your grave
And I'm not claiming
To be so brave
But hurt my love,
And all bets are off
I'll throttle your neck
I'll seal your fate
And show you the
True face of hate.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment