Woman in her piety.. woman in her musk.. said to mate ‘I am with child’.. an orange sun at dusk.. sets a stage for dreaming.. add a special dream.. love is love not scheming.. on the riverboats of steam.. all joy is attended.. all will want a part.. of a perfect baby.. a life of love to start..
Family knows family.. family has friends.. ripple social feeling.. again again and then..
Child lost to politics.. reasons never blend.. no sanity for insane war.. the most insane of men..
Loss of blood is anguish.. a pain now words can tell..
When innocents lose children.. how loud will they yell?
Take that ship away that powders city blocks.. take explosions.. cyclic fire rates back to the docks..
Ripples from each person.. screams innocent souls.. brothers.. sisters find yourself.. your key is in control..
‘Glad handing’ performers.. smiling.. speaking kind.. with such deadly performance.. must have lost their minds..
Simply felt no thought of ‘gilt’.. just the gut you know.. the mind that traveled with you.. transcribing every show.. no romp.. prompts or promises just a simple hand.. extended in true friendship.. to love and understand..
Thought.. ‘it seems when false pride interferes with what is true.. pride will override.. I believe the inability to face things that were ignored.. and the pretense it engenders socially.. will never stop the change that must come for our species to survive itself on this planet’.. Peace Tony