30 Billion For the Flood

When it rains You either heal or be ill-ed. Water; a symbol of tranquility, or catastrophe. I'll buy the sky 30 billion colours So she may party with the rainbow, and leave my city on her negative film. Because I have seen broken men Walk the street in wetness and silence, and in arms that have welcomed nemesis. Take me to where bodies are sold So I may buy the heavens 30 billion tongues That speak nothing but praise. For who knows if we lift the kingdom, and exalt the their throne to a bigger feat They may look upon my city, in pity. For I would rather drown in penury Than watch souls lead a wet path to death; I would rather not buy the tribune Than read about a brother Who lost his home- wife and six children To the flood that chokes his city. If 30 billion can buy the sun I'll empty my purse and dry this land For my heart bleeds everytime a soul sinks Into a mouth that finds it hard to breathe. Michael Ace #magicalpoetry ©ACEworld