But the change is here
New laws and boundaries
The change is near
Riots and destruction
Unfolding everywhere
Pickets and signs
Long unbrushed hair
Don’t look them in the eye
Please don’t you dare
They’ll hurt you command you
Kill you if you care
Nothing’s achieved by paying those men
To destroy others property
What now what then
I’m here to tell you
You’ll be found out I’m sure
The anger the hatred
The violence you lured
You cannot break LOVE
It’s been 10 years
Since you took your last breath
So many unspoken words
sad memories you left
I wish how I wish
I had been stronger with you
And defied your reasonings
Of no medicine you choose
You’ve missed your grandchildren’s
Graduations and plays
You’ve missed youngest daughter
Is starting to grey
We’re wrinkling and sagging in places
And parts
We’re growing old without you
All seemingly apart
The circle was broken
The only kindness we knew
That wretched woman
Is still alive
And still without a clue
Your eldest grandchild has
Your heart of gold
He’ll soon be leaving for
America so bold
I wish you were here
To soften the blows
To hold my hand as I too
Grow old
In love and war casualties a must
But who or what can we trust
Witches and warlocks elves and pigmies
Are some of the few circling thee
You lust for the new to fuel your breath
Heart is a pumping within your breast
The silver key of darkness and triangular top
Eye within eye all sight was lost
Hear them all crying moaning and hurt
The soldier of height has fallen from his hearth
A long haired white witch has joined her crew
You were her gremlin her soldier of blue
Never was a white witch for the story is written
Of black she was always but now you are bitten
Do not listen the fruits of loin has a plan
To rock you of your pedestal and drop you where you stand
The demons and warlocks of black magic dance around
The contract was written hear them scream blood is found
Instincts are powerful so listen to them
Not the voice of the loins but a friend of a friend.
Shocked and amazed
Games people play
Rude and crude
Bleeding black you do
One too many Jimmys
Me thinks you are falling
From the days events
From your own calling
The pleasure your words
Sometimes ringing true
Like the bells of St Pauls
When Sunday draws through
Today those words were to
Shock and eject
I should’ve stopped reading
And now I regret
For another side was shown
You’re the same as them
After one thing
To devour and condemn
Keep sharing your gift
Your words of rhyme
I will be back
In white winter time
Ghost words of the imaginings 