My Religious Media
Brain washer - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.
Look I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
Weak minded - am I really free ????
An addict you have made me.
Sit I do - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street - hanging long.
Beat - rod - steal - and kill.
Upper - downer - action - all thrills.
Dance all night-gamble - speed pill.
GOD said, "CROSS ON THE HILL".
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
Copyright © Joseph Bejcek Poewhit | Year Posted 2017
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