not wanted
call off your eagles
nesting in my trees
they belong back home
protecting your streets
those sharks in the sea
circling near the coast
free them from their wrath
far away from my church
the seven nation army
breathing down my neck
marches on with dignity
only few understand
august two thousand thirteen
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aren’t you quick on the draw! thank you dear ;`)
I think we all need to spend time at home, sorting out home-type problems. Interfering with our neighbours will be the death of us – – –
I was just saying there are people starving here at home…what a shame how our resources are wasted.
So much epic imagery in one poem… AMAZING.
so glad you think so D.J. – thanks so much
Nice poem, John… I feel the same way!
so tired of war – there has got to be a better way
Indeed!
yes, indeed is right my friend
Reblogged this on Tashtoo.
thanks so much for reblogging š
“only few understand…” great write!
Thanks so much, Neha!