Until the end of time,
I won't let you go from my heart.
Your heart shaLl be my home
Your people shall be my people and
You god shall be my god in earnest.
Where thou go, shall I go with you.
I shall clean the dust of your heart,
Prepare for the homecoming of the jews.
Until the end of time,
Where thou shall I die.
The wall clock of my heart
Shall abide by the count of your lips.
Where you are buried, shall I be bury.
Nothing mean any more than you, love.
The jumping of your spirit heart
Has made me the gentle man of the Romans.
Until the end of time,
My legs shall doubt no more of your steps.
You are the savours of the flavour of words,
You; whose throat is honey to the ear.
Here is the earful clamour of the towncrier
With the song of love in my throat
I will love you until the end of time.
Categories:
towncrier, art, beautiful,
Form: Ballad
Let them dance
Men clad in robes of shame
Let them wiggle and mingle
Twist, turn and tingle-
Till they burn in their joyous flame.
We will watch silently
As their perspirations wear them out.
Silently we will watch,
Obey, and light our torch
To see who amongst them survives the bout.
Men intoxicated by the love of power,
Men subdued by vaccine of greed
Waving scabbards of hatred in the air
Feeding the nation with crumbs of fear
Dance; today the drum calls you to your deed.
Let the beat continue its satirical melody.
We can hear the rhythm-
Flowing through the reverie of felony
"Dance, you who stole the key of harmony,
Today's promises tomorrow you will redeem."
Find a gong and a stick
And call the towncrier to duty.
Tell the world about this dance of shame
In a land where treacherous leaders have soiled her name-
And defiled her beauty.
Categories:
towncrier, political,
Form: Rhyme