Refuse I to believe A Virtuoso
Is also A Most Dreaded Caposo:
The man dealing with us: Hot Petito,
Three times Award-Winning Maestro
In some quarters “Another Castro!”
Cud simply chewing while faking invoice
That would ring true in the falsest voice…
Petito: Just as he big sums deducts
School Children with Heavy Escorts abducts:
Wonderfully Christ’s Fellowship conducts,
A thousand born-again Christians products…
Right now Petito in wished Trinidad
To kidnap Lovely Lorraine, Dog and Dad
The flooding face of the sky shed tears,
Regretting the stolen souls with unfilled days.
Dire death deducts peace aside from numbers,
Filching lives, loves and joy from this place.
One has taken today, tomorrow it takes us all.
Will it takes itself, come back when time calls?
"It's contributing fertilizers besides to sow."
Is how I defined life, after meditating deeply.
But living, from it's eyes, I came to know:
Kins with a poultry, lived to gets dine to one's potbelly.
Yet doubting cause every actions has two faces,
Maybe it's other face need to be chase!
Perhap, it's the gateway to the warm and peaceful place,
For taken one's never turn their necks once dash.
End up the grave to taste every seconds of today.
To leave no plans undone oft burned to ash.
And settled there if the promised land exist,
Or lost in the roomy dark if souls vanishes like a mist!.
Like childhood's quest, interim's speed
of modesty, the innocence seed
is muddled by contentions need
to dominate, and then recede!
So is the heart, in love's replay
so wanting start in disarray,
the time's advantage only stay
as rules are sandwiched over-play!
. . . now
Left over feeling's crowd relay
that once no buttress could dismay,
now thought out effort stills in fray
'tis not the same, I'm heard to say!
When first we cared, I loved each day,
now only witness, often scorn,
not wholly given, not of yearn
but breaking gray, to truth's adjourn!
Can this be us, our lives array
but kindled to survivor's may
considerate with guessed return
while once before ~ reflexive burn!
. . . now
Assumption's strewing with concern
each one to rueing his parlay,
that separate path, the forefront's stern
deducts its cost, for symbol's pay!
It's just . . again, just so-so weigh,
once wanting love, now . . . over-play!
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