Day30ComplationNPMpoempoetry

Day30ComplationNPMpoempoetry

First poem ever written was homeless needing address to get mail has been a problem every chinch charlax has fallen past the crack into the non persona the Animal farm and the 1984 is still the year we lost our freedom all the dead of war all the veterans died in vain for there is no freedom left it is not the way to deny religion and persecute my name you lost religion and so you became the people we were fighting are now in charge of killing all the christians that they find in hiding all the children of the unwashed unsaved poor among them only home owning gas guzzling money pouring into banks the dollars adding up in hoarding Nazi wearing badges shooting guns in charge of freedom unaware of changes being done every word has every written recorded into the head of the proverbial pin where ten thousand angels dance upon the poetry and they laugh down at what the poets wrote they smote the killers with revenge with hope and with the rhymes they made us hope a better world without the war and words of wind they bind the life upon the tree and they crucify me when they kill my poetry when they insist on money as the god no shirts upon the feet of poor needing bread in the lines of poverty we find bare feet the need to eat and the pitiful suffering of our religion no one will refuse to die when murder is the ruler of mankind take all the time and drop it in the ocean brine the number not my name the six six six the coming bane profane as charlax writes a compilation what will rhyme with poetry not MY NAME as eye still type upon the crinkled page as flowers fade as flowers fade into my name
Day30CompilationNPMpoempoetry