Zebra Foxtrot Atlas Samuel House By Poefree

CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH? You pious people in your pews All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news A new horizon can’t you see? Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me We three had left together but suddenly were four And I’m not certain about much more Four in the quietude of dripping rain No one letting go of the pinching pain because only the rain deserves such disdain We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’ A human storm by madness made And then he made us walk blindly through the wood Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble As you amble through the briars and the brambles You need to possess a lot of fortitude Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade A madman, a maniac, a massacre made And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist, I could have killed Suede Then suddenly I thought the battle was done Yet and still Suede arose and I just wanted us to run And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung as a component There were three of us and he was only one But the one who wields the power is he who wields a gun His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck The police assure us that they will find her, yeah, lots of luck Suddenly he just stole our baby away Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim And that’s virtually all we can remember of him While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim My wife and I were broken souls and both our hearts were horrendously hurt Because there are too many inhabitants on this paltry planet who gave birth to the “Amber Alert” © 2011.….Poefree