I cometh to new land's edge forth fro thee... <br />Ang'st of angered times warriors reach new heightened height's. <br /> <br />Bring wined of brews for thy crew... <br />Red goblets or green may yet fruitate obscene. <br /> <br />Clubb hit upon sidded of head... <br />Pray tell to lose a sudden dread. <br /> <br />Misty filled eyes of mothers brought sad... <br />For the boy of one once named bad. <br /> <br />Let us hunker around the camp fire's pire... <br />Sweat to forehead bequeeth one and all to perspire. <br /> <br />Unclamboring yields in wet open fields... <br />Of uncontrollable feast's denied full fruitation among'st <br />prosthetical miscreants of tomorrow's futureless denial of <br />inequity and baseless faceless interruptions on the moralless <br />few descendants and cousins of attrocity and it's failure's of man.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wings-spread-wide-upon-opened-blue-skies-of-lies-part-2/
