dampish eventide
a sunny pathway wallows
because of the guide
so directorate
unto natures glamorize
spring and summertime
lit rose the spring's moon
ever so shining brightly
dampish eventide
before mornings dew
right after dark sun rises
wet so dampish grounds
5/12/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
A nation of millions, converted to the round table of a charmed circle
ruthlessness, propelling dictatorship in absolute efficacy
just an innocent blink is deserving of a cruel sentence
he escapes out of the republic, which is now a family directorate
the scars are the consequences of his choice of religion
blood stains his epidermis, ascribed on it, his tribe
the need to be free from a society where humanity is obsolete
cannot be debunked from the groans of his persecution
a writer, a poet and a doctor with cracking skills
his value distances liability for his new home to dance
a great one to be who you are without any high impact slam
his family, escapes with him from brutality’s enforcer
allegiance cannot be frugal, patriotism has changed its uniform
teleporting from death’s training ground, run with no air
he settles for a better one to enjoy life which comes only but once.
And so it was in the time of high charges for the governed
upon entering the Narthex of the church
of the Cold Blue Static Balls of Charge,
powerful PUBLICUS UTILITAS proclaimed:
“Make way; for I’m the journeyman directorate
of the all powerful Red Hot Orange Conglomerate,
here to ground your independent shorts
unto our power grid.
Let the word go forth from this time and place,
no longer will you be able to reverse the
flow to lessen your monthly burden.”
And so it goes from that day to this!
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