Time To Deliver
Smug, callous you stand beneath the smoldering rays of stifling sun,
to denounce your connection to those more vulnerable than you.
Have you forgotten the times when desecrated hummers stood smoldering
against parched roadsides,
burning the remnants of a nation seized under your power
your whipping post.
I may not be the brightest on earth
but I will take you to my grave,
and lay you across my naked breast
the uneven beat of my heart
bears witness to the cold, clenching of your fist against my ribcage,
begging me to let you go.
Your mine now,
not in your command as you once knew it.
How unfamiliar the surroundings,
these terms by which I play the game.
Will my expectations be anything more than what you can deliver
That is a question I cannot answer.
Copyright © Beverly Briatico | Year Posted 2006
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