see ya


serene like fish in a tank

serene like fish in a tank
loaded with luminous shining
guns and gun powder
versified finds himself in a bind
mortalized and limed
during another raid
lasting for a full hour
imploding with memories
of 1940
groping for money
territory
or just plain power
over those
that will have to pay

blue dragons
claw deep into the flesh
of those
that dig for the gold
men that will die
there has been an opium war
hashish riding with
shining sword in hand
infidels robbed
by the mystery mistaken
oblivious to the fish
the water
that preceded us




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-02-10 at 20:40

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