Rooster Poem by James McLain

My eyes burn yellow from the stinging sweat?
The stinging thorn of love, I won't forget.
Trampled gardens, dreams, every path I take
leads back to where you are, from whence I came.

Maintained wife and playboy kids, facebook pets.
Saving men to bleed on their desecrated land's.
Being born, before I came, green was no safe bet.
Overhead a bullet whispers, it's not a dream.

Here they come to give U.S. less not ever more.
Here I am, that rooster, others love to crush.
And to me they've sown and they have sown, enough.