Bush's Brew

Powers of land
Powers of sea
Power I hold
Divine unto thee

 

Horned hunters of night
Follow Dick with their guns
Oh dark shining moon
It's been a good run

 

A pinch of church
A pinch of state
Thousands of lives
Eight years was their fate

 

I am the commander
I am the chief
To this dark oily brew
That drills so much grief

 

Reviews

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

this is a great piece of writing... love the way you put it all together...

fantastic!

[Sean M. Addams]

i really enjoyed this piece ... very cleverly done.... imagery was great in this!!!!