Winston Churchill- the Tailor
chose material, designed fashion
Franklin D Roosevelt- the Weaver
later wove success with Marshall magic
Joseph Stalin- the Color Master
painted the Curtain with blood of soldiers
Adolf Hitler- the Spirit
provided living fear among architects
Victims- the haunting ghosts
precaution never to resurrect from the dead
The world- the watchman
soon fell asleep allowing war without war
So it happened in aftermath
with organic fabrics exhausted, metals served
with professional clothiers on imaginary strike
willing blacksmiths were readily available
Iron Curtain was built in haste
to erect durable peace, security outside the heart
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But only elegant people can have beauty in their eyes
Only great people can compliment another
And bad ones see with eyes that is sly
Trying to judge using their own ways on others
Seeing not any compliment no matter how you try
But nice ones have eyes that see further
Knowing what the empty page implies
When complimented, know the complimenter is excellent too
Because he's seen through the hue
She's left the spoilt and picked the good
Only a thieve can predict a thieve
Clothiers best know the quality sleeves
And only weavers see through the best weaves
Scorpions never compliment but sting
Empty barrels only tink
But lovely people give you wings
thanks to Dalia for the inspiration...
Alley dog who models matted coat,
Incensing clothiers at Fifth and Main--
You have no proof you are a legal dog.
One day you knew the power that you are.
Beneath a stack of cast off tires you saw,
You felt, you tasted in a dumpster's steam.
So now you strut through uptown parking lots.
Dog, in a paved field sniffing, please beware
Of skies with signs that hide your ritual moon.
The warden comes to rid the streets of strays,
Incarcerates you, pending no appeal
And executes you for the common good.
Someone has to own you, otherwise
You get the gas. Your crime is being born
Where being does not count, but owning does.
And when they catch you--be assured they will--
And bind your miracle with lethal law,
Bite them for this mongrel poet, too.
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