What beauty is (to the geometrist),
has the shape of the Golden Ratio.
Beauty is courage, the defiant fist
of a protector fear can't overthrow.
Beauty, also, is Hector's promised vow,
to defend city, child, and princess bride.
What beauty is, moves Priam, to not show
his ire for Paris's treach'rous regnocide.
What beauty is not, is beauty falsified,
by artifice and insincere, harsh light;
what beauty is not, is show turned on worldwide,
that's streamed, displayed, and wirelessed day and night.
However, beauty is what frames your face:
which e'vn shames Helen of the Trojan race!
first time I took an an airplane it was dire
two propellers flying the sky of stench
oozing the land of a deathly earthquake
bodies telling the story of unknowns
as ten years old couldn't understand all
the drama and operettas I laugh
the flies and worms the need of survival
was happy to meet Paris
a city I was told and not a son of Priam
but a prayer we made it safe to casablanca
and next to Orly a nightmare of wish
as the tilt of a flipper will hardly nourish
at the corner cafe and mohammed the corner store
owner will hump me with the promise of candies
behind the counter as I
all could I see was sweets
and pants never falling down
but the shame lingering
and a loaf of bread was a total success
and my mother sent me back
as pennies hard to find
told her my story sharing a bed
hush your brothers need you
to put a meal on their plate
and that is why I ever long for a *****
as how could you do **** to me
your little one
Your buildings were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And just like that Priam's Kingdom was no more.
Your damnation was brought on by the lusts of a young man
named Paris,
For a young woman named Helan who was declared the fairest.
This is what brought to your land the Achaeans other wise known as the
Greeks,
Their soldiers,slaves, and their king,
To destory the trojans is what they did seek.
For ten long years there was blood,sweat and so many tears.
With no relief or gains,
Just more deaths and battle pains.
Untill Achilles and his shield,
Killed your bravest son Hector on the field.
The gods themselves were divided,
Ones on each side fighting,
All this for one young couples desire's
And so your buildings they were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And the life of Priam and his kingdom and sons were no more,
destroyed they were,
All for one girl.
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