Draw Of First Blood Fight For Everything - Poem by Louis Borgo
Savaging words daggling tongues apprehend you sick and tired I’m based
Ruthless up seen
Pass end mean of a cardinal for a rein
I was a part of this but never will it end with me
Twitter, this and twitter that if it is a considerable option or a standing ovation,
Please hash tag “I Still Believe”, pause for mean...
When you know the difference between an, Nation,
And Countries you know your heritage, and
What you in inherited why not volunteer for a solution
My “Queen of Heaven”
Yes we need a revolution motion in phase.
Phase past the moonlight past to the frustration,
Of feelings of all the world problems
Digestion and looked at as a plagued like waves after waves mourning,
More graves after the taste how can we get to an even paid.
An suggest to reinvent a dollar,
For a day by day check but yet sleep under rage,
I am enduring much of the strain of one body
But multiple heard from the same strain,
Of that body of the spoken word wonder one day
What will it be the emblem of the praise.
Peace to siege, to leaf to leave from used to misused looking for a craving of the truth
And all but turn to acquit to left with Yamaka is what we received.
Was it all a gable then clear the smoke.
A ghost is here point to a host.
I ask but yet stated that
Poetry is still alive and if so maybe one day
They will hash tag “I Still Believe” as the world is changing
I hope I have not over stated my boundaries
But I thought in a democracy the people come first
Or what I have learned in a classroom was all a hoaxes.
I wrote for purpose instead of reason who is to judge me, may it be love! ! !
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Right now into 2013 2/3 of seats in the house is up for grabs so someone must be saying or doing something right?
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