things to come

things to come

A Chapter by johnathon nichols

two walls set in stone one to the north and another to the south

one so we could not leave the other to keep some one out

a ship caries out a now daily routine

deport people so called non fit to our society

look how they run as the bombs drop

and all because we  voted for a mad men

we hail o look how we hail

we kiss his shoes

like he is god

and we leave behind  a path of destruction  

  no prisoners will be token as put up a sudden but slow noose  around the neck of our people

the dream only belongs to one man

and he pulls the strings

and flips a coin of fate with his play of hate

and the show go's on 

as they kill more and conquer the once free

and feed of the hate of its people

it a well oiled machine of murder,  conquer, and hate

that runs of blood that was freshly spilled all night and day for 24hrs       

straight 

and the young men are already dead inside

as they kill the innocent

and sallow the poor  

or see the dream dead and laying there out of reach to many and only there for the few  



© 2016 johnathon nichols


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