A Letter To Up
Some birds flew through air
making a clean hollow path
the sun shifts away
soapy spongy white clouds
wash clear the blue faced bright sky
This is the best time
to write a letter to GOD
on HIS holy THRONE
in HIS great mighty PALACE
visitors are purified.
dear LORD in heaven
the poors are crowned with sufferings
sickness eats our health
our pots are lonely for food
thirst plant weeds in our throats
corruption, here, there
gayism is now a pride
lesbianism grows
our rights are flowing away
look upon us with mercy
Darkness is now light
our hearts are feeding on spikes
tears now bloor our eyes
the righeous men are suffering
evil men are enjoying.
Tankas on tankas
how many shall i so use
to explain my view
which is dying and breathing
save us GOD, fro great darkness.
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