Brian Pierre-Alexander Poet Pastoral

I and I and I

O! YAHAWAH Protect 'I' from soar eye
I  see my brothers die
Their Mothers cry
No Truce cyah stop 'I' they say
But bullets they let fly
More arc-eye, more Buss-eye, no Trained eye
To see our children
Go by the way side...O! my

Yah bless I, forgive I, Redeem I
As I watch the Devil
And his workers fry
Whence coming of the most high
Heaven's door opens up in the sky
Trumpets blow
Legions of Angels flow

Yes I free at last, free at last
I and I and I


©Copyright November, 2008 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

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Joi Murphy September 27, 2012 at 8:59 PM Wow!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 5, 2012 at 3:33 PM Trumpets blow uot:Lovely poem Brian, I like it ALOT !!!- oxox hugs from Anne-Lise Brian Pierre-Alexander February 6, 2012 at 4:58 PM Well Thanks a lot Anne-Lise...hugs right back at you.