Weeping For the Delicate Flowers
Our Father weeps for His delicate flowers
for they have bowed down to ungodly powers
to those who will barely leave them a crumb
to those who have no interest for them at heart
to those who will impede their shop at Wal-Mart.
For they have been overrun by wicked weeds
those types that practice heinous deeds
and the "Fouls" of the Air have taken their seeds
even after helping these Peacocks with all of their needs
and after nourishing them with most of their feeds!
With lack of info from the start, but surely with a kindly heart ,
these weeds we have watered, flourished and grown
and now they say, we're in their way,
and we shall reap what we have sown.
Copyright McCuen 2008
Copyright © Mc Mc | Year Posted 2008
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