FIRE FIGHT

Children in a crowded house

Daddy smoking rope

It’s the only way he can cope.

He and mother taking pills

To get up in the day

And night to go down.

Tracks of the demon

Running all around

They pretend to be free

But it’s only a lie

And only the truth be seen

Through the children’s eyes

So you preach and you tell

What you think they should hear

Only in actuality

Is the truth in the vision so clear

So in their journey seeking wrong from the right

Heading straight for the darkness

Never knowing the light

Flesh pounding flesh in

A fire bed night

Another appropriation they can’t afford

Would not be aloud

With an appropriation board

Life liberty and happiness

Must be garneted

From deep in the womb

Newly conceive souls cry

HOW ABOUT ME!

 

By: The Lightman George Garrett Anastasia

  9/14/2009.