The Hand That Wrote It
On my saddened days
I’m hoping
That angels might shine
They’ve done
everything you can do
To a person in my shoes
I’m still breathing
Made it home to tell my mother
She can rest her thoughts
this evening
Sunny days
Appeal to the circumstances
In my wretched strengths
Living life’s
a variable of extenuating odds
I’m at twenty three percent
Relaxing in the palms
of several ghost
Trying to figure my wife
Theses hard times
Which means the most?
If I call for help
Will anyone respond
I see individuals tattooed
Declaring gods son
If I can do what I do
Then who am I
Because of the people
I was brought to
I shed tears from my left eye
If angels don’t smile
Am I doomed to trials
Of lowered eye brows
Romulus
and if the seas summon tomorrow
I will again ponder your trust
for seasons shall follow
He was known as Romulus
And the seas shall swallow tomorrow
The hand of Romulus
And Caesar shall follow
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