displaced by war
what are they always fighting for?
land and slaves
sex and power
dead going away
from being
alive many by each passing hour
the emigre
is three kids
she is slim and slender
nice rough and tender
the words
of warning
to her offspring
in a foreign tongue
muddled
puzzled
thought i
what does it mean
to have it
good and
think
i know
the situation
of any other?
out of touch
as much
and not in step
with others
for sure
power
is ephermal
and the hours
is now
cos the kingdom is upon ye
and a time of reckonig
is coming on