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www.djburnham.com, Poetry written i n the 2000's, Poetry, Lyrics, Prose, David Burnham, D.J. Burnham, Dave Burnham

 

And Then

The sands run red and tainted,
A sorry picture painted,
The King sits smug and sainted,
By the Stink Tank,
That Yanks his strings.

And then.

Donkey carts and rockets,
Fight the dragon in its lair,
In and out of pockets,
Outraged tempers flare,
When all that's left,
Of love and loss,
Is a locket of its hair.

And then.

As events unfold,
Tall stories told,
We find increased perception.

Black sticky gold,
Down the river...sold,
So expect a cold reception.

We know you of old,
And you're losing your hold,
On the weapons of mass deception.

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