The Black Dragon
So arid this desert....
where the tumbleweeds blow,
and the snake makes his nest;
not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,
and raise from dead things ---- life
with war and antiquity ----
The mummy cannot speak....
but mumbles evil ----
....'til it runs out.....
The 'long' arms of the law
haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;
the 'laissez-faire' ----
Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)
in the darkest corners of the world,
to picnic on the first day of war,
and gorge upon peace.....
Little Illuminati generals.....
pawns for the great hog upon his throne;
who has waged death upon the whole world,
.....shadows deep (with sable scale)
black dragon keeps his poised tail
to crush the school of man;
To reverse the footprints of Christ,
and the wisdom of Buddha,
and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----
The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,
and not the fire in the heart;
where God forged wisdom to all men,
And not the scroll which does not breathe,
cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....
For how can all the world preach peace ----
with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?
Love has no cause to be afraid,
to mistrust like a nervous wind,
and blow accusations where it may.....
What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,
but sits upon the lap of faith,
assured in its security ----
To build evolution on the lips of children,
for their minds see wonder in God's creations
and hope in the growing,
with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....
and new whims in innocent joy;
We have learned to love what we once could not,
' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----
Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,
a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,
Where eternity shall not echo his name
nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,
for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,
with one eye open.....
Sleep dragon! Sleep!
death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!
slip into the caverns of the deep,
and be no more.....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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