We are beaten warriors,shackles bind us to our defeat.Singing legendary chants, we cry out on our knees. Cries of terror echo in my ears,animals wander around the battlefield, sound of gunshots emerge.We breathe dirt in prayer that our leader will bring victory. Sacrifice imprints crosses in the dirt,I swear in oath to fight until the end.
Look so pretty youno sound floatsout of my mouth
If the womenI go to work with,and in the car pool travel home with,if they can wrap themselvesthe way they do, then I suggest that you,if only to protect us, dear,then I suggest that you wear one of thesethose eveningswe are idle.
And from his supporters, against the Gamori,
by the 47%, the city saved.
But surprise of surprises, the wealthy invited back.
And for their effort, sweat, blood tears,
47 % to slavery sold,
The common folk were not to be loved
as most unpleasant companions.
Officer Burks brings Maxthe Bloodhoundinto the alleyand Max immediatelystrains at his leash.He's onto the scentof a killer.
The act of going fishing, you’ve accomplished your task.
I go wording to my favorite wording hole.
Today I caught 3 poems.