No towel dries these stains
Dragon scales that pierce my soul
Hateful words that scorch my heart
Your reptilian heart
Stay hidden among strangers
Battle scarred by your coarse touch
Battle Scarred Card
Saw battle scared card which had been barred
Entering America and voting does seem so hard
Number crossing is small like a tiny thimble
And of poverty is becoming a great symbol.
Walls were assembled where names were etched
Number coming to America again was stretched
So we could prevent crime and urban sprawl
With warped sense of humor said build a wall.
Mexican leader Trump he endures and endures
And said his wife is better looking than yours
We knew Trump's deck was not fully loaded
You should see his hair orange and corroded.
Jim Horn
No telling where all of this will end up going
And have heard that up people are throwing.
The old"yeller" cat, perched on the step,
So battle-scarred and worn;
He relished the warmth of the sun on his bones,
On that sweet,spring morn.
One ear was permanently bent over,
And the other--well, that was half gone.
These were long-healed reminders
Of ancient skirmishes this brave warrior had won.
He walked very slowly--almost a limp.
That long yellow tail was forever bent.
His appearance was one of ferociousness
And he turned heads wherever he went.
The tom was respected in"cat-dom",
Because of the enemies he had faced.
His scars were his pride and his glory,
Having put every foe in his place!
As Christians, we should always recall
That our Saviour still bears His Scars too!
Tho' they were inflicted by men long ago
'Twas in a spiritual battle for you.
And while we remain on this terrestrial ball,
There are personal battles we'll face.
Until Jesus calls each of His valiant warriors
To their eternal resting place!
Charlie Pelota HSLP April 3 2005