Scoff mock jeer jibe we tempt the great life force
Taunt the ice flow moving from the north
Ridicule the past, look to the world as if it were all ours
Our hours so few
Our green and dancing spring is gone
We earn no laurel crown
who kill



About cronelogical

I have wandered the Soul Food places for a long long time, been the donkey's secretary, posted many a rhyme. My earthplace too has been too long and the road up the mountain is sometimes steep but I still live, and love and write or draw for my dear people.

Posted on November 10, 2006, in Lemurian Abbey, Reflection Room. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. am forwarding a copy to George Bush

  2. Loved this, strong and true.

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