A Place With No Banners
Where I am is not for you,
Your banner does not wave here,
do not knock on this door,
don't tread on my space.
Your hands are not welcome here,
You do not help,only harm.
You cannot trap me with lies,
I you cannot charm.
Slick tongues can become tangled,
But wise ones can cut through you,
Your banner does not wave here,
And it never will.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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