Blood, ' And There You Be Poem by James McLain

Blood, ' And There You Be
Razor wire around Cambridge pulling Oxford.
Remembered the soft and gentle flowing free the words.
Youth now has naught and fragile single homes.
Torn from the womb is dyeing time no happenstance.

Leadership qualities wasted because the Violin
hurts my chin the guitar my finger tips and getting them to read
regular words from the screen of this their world now is.

Quicken my soul please let it not lay so quite and still
my soul upon arrival Quickened bright so green, did you.
Fairies there the Vail to lift each lid to see morn smile.

While even the commonest of the common surfs a plebe
are then cast out and blame the child for knowing naught.
Without direction a wild bright flame that is by whom put out.


The Tevatron does what and when caught as each neutrino
even when it's not, it passes through from there to where.
If you do not know then your children, 'Protect your wealth
and pass it on to fill a chalice made from clay, that plays with
toys that you have bought and why a simple conversation
with the man or woman dressed in black nor the back of he
whose head is Gray and Meek to speak of history you inherit
then but walks away from those who know him naught.
And the other sees the writing on the wall but beings red,
my sister and my brother asking I and you why prisons gather.