By Jake Camara
Portrait of the sun hurling at the moon
the only parent of a crippled child
Stand!
They cannot see it anymore
leaves behind the world's trouble, they never met
Americans falling down all in a row
someone reprimand the child
with no place to go it returns to the deadly prison
no glances or looks back
Now!
Did not know another life than this
brings forth blood of their own friends
sweat dripping from the pores of his broken body
the world's insane
deadly partners....dark and shallow holes in the middle of the everlasting universe
Go!
No way of escaping now
they must consent the guards
finding several ways to escape this land of ours
no reason for the muderous sinners that we used to know
victims lie awake at night and remember normal lives
Scream!
It's very near the end.................
© 1996 - Jake Camara