Under Stars

With weapons in his room he cannot much stay Alone with his decision to blow up an Embassy: He was desperate for a last blues of the new day; Recently known on net, a girl from Tennessee Wrote him how politicians body floats dead in the river: Obsessive thought and hate was ready for risky tomorrow, Love and Tennessee whisky were ready to be delivered; Drawing mustaches and glasses, Pravda News might grow: Come from Damascus, they don`t know the text better than us; Her smile and his last cigar could start the new world war: Under stars, they move in the night of their own choice, thus The last Czar would meet a Tennessee girl somewhere, far: Suddenly, tenderly she entered that Embassy: I am Miss Hope… Her peaceful eyes would keep him like tied with a magical rope.