Month: December 2017

#Oneday

One day we’ll make a toss at the moon

And thank the stars for their fiery zoom

That’ll be when we see that all the gloom

All the slum and rot have stopped to boom

 

And then we’d sing the famous song

That song that tells of praise

Of promises of lands of peace and glory

The glorious peace our fathers failed to bequeath

 

Then they’d hear how foul their voices have been

Their voices so full of all their vice

They’ll feel how sorry their lungs will taste

As it draws its air from the blood they’ve shed

 

Then I’ll sit and toss with my son

I’d tell him how windy the tale has been

Perhaps he may,  just may come to see

How it all comes to be on that fateful day

 

On that day when the sun will salute the moon

On that day when our  gray spirits would be gay

On that day when our glorious peace wouldn’t fray

How I long for that day which sure will come, one day.

 

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Grandmamma saw him standing

Mama did same; and so do I

Baby soon is coming

Still no hint of him leaving

 

He says he wants to talk

His mouth self-bridled as a horse’s

Yet he continues his red walk

Just as sly as little foxes

 

His knife at hand is one

The smile of his devilish band

They’re ready to see him stand

Even when he’s been too long a-one

 

Yeah, Bob was swiped out

By his friends, no, sorry fiends

But he’s got them here to pout

Cuz they work out their dirty ends

 

He’s eighty four today

And may still stand till a hundred

And I’m darn sure that just one day

He’ll drown himself in my dread