Lament
music tinkle my ears but what I hear is a crusade of tears
waiting for peace of warriors fighting a war for centuries.
as in their comfort of planes flying the sky they throw the dices
religion have nothing to do with it but the strings of greed
a puppet does what it is told until it cuts the fuel and an artist
to loop the dream only a dream of change flying the planes
medieval I lament the chance of eden promised if only
and no no more show me your cards and call it a wrap
as riches your agenda but not mine just here for a smile
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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