B.A.T.W

In the first chapter I express my frustration. I also attempt to illustrate that I have an undersatnding of my situation. I did it in a very poetic way.

B A T W

 

Shake hands. Together we stand

Smiles bigger than granes of sand spread of land

Grips tight- finally see the light

Bright it is.

Not quite the ice and champagne bottle.

Popping! Like corn .

A new war is born

The grip and shake

Tight devious. A few minutes appears the snake.

 

They say he brought the apple but never forced a bite. Adam accused of taking part now chooses to fight. Before we made a treaty never to let it fall but the treaty was a trap. I’m back against the wall.