the prince

OrestesOrestes Posts: 217
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The prince’s army
Has been unleashed
Children will splash
On the puddles of their parent’s pulp…
Maroon stains the desert

Water turns black
Oil rain and explosions
Far away in your backyard
The prince is growing fat

Old, blinded hag
Can’t find her way
Dodged a bomb
And felt safe
But can you feel the bullet
lodged in your brain?

Fly me out of here
Before they hit the floor
Before the sand’s thirst
Is quenched by my hand
Make my bed
Let me sleep

Your children will change their names
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