Time To Deliver

Smug, callous you stand beneath the smoldering rays of stifling sun, to denounce your connection to those more vulnerable than you. Have you forgotten the times when desecrated hummers stood smoldering against parched roadsides, burning the remnants of a nation seized under your power your whipping post. I may not be the brightest on earth but I will take you to my grave, and lay you across my naked breast the uneven beat of my heart bears witness to the cold, clenching of your fist against my ribcage, begging me to let you go. Your mine now, not in your command as you once knew it. How unfamiliar the surroundings, these terms by which I play the game. Will my expectations be anything more than what you can deliver That is a question I cannot answer.