![]() SEND THE RAINA Poem by Rocans
Send the rain
Come what May No cloud in this judgment That I am King To reign over my faith As the stormy sea floods the deck I rest as my cowardly Sun tries to float Casting a path like Benjamin's hand raised Rising Presidents long dead yet my life to serve Pen poised like Poseidon's prong to pierce poverty The compost of my greatness to multiply The root of this evil © 2023 Rocans |
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Added on November 21, 2023 Last Updated on November 21, 2023 Author
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