How To Kill a Ghost
I try to be good
I work and play
to cause disarray
I fume and let it all mushroom
I engage in wanton acts of guile
I act not as the contrary child
I do it all but not for a smile
To kill a ghost:
First it must be dead
That troublesome bother
That worm of irritation
That sore of discontent
That bane of the fair game
That argumentative refrain
To live with so much hate
To suffer with immeasurable pain
To want to be set free
To distance all from troublesome calamity
The earth will not be despoil
For long
Rise up before the troika dance of sun and moon
Enter the psyche of those who sent you away
Pretend its all fair play
Harass and bother everyday
No words can slay
No mantras can tame
Humanity will be reduced to a soulful shame
Now the sore has turned to a boil
Now the spectre is your turmoil
Cause of demise now haunts the mind
Enter the ghost of what should be left behind
Copyright © Evrod Samuel | Year Posted 2017
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