For the hunter’s fright, Eagle’s talons command,
While the Eagle’s heights abound the flight.
For the hunter’s smile, the Eagle’s pasts remind;
In Eagle’s might, smiles the hunter’s fright.
They shed blood to kindle gods,
Their pornographic gods to shine.
But if they withdraw their swords,
Behold, gold’s image twinkles.
In Waltz, she trembles... forevermore;
Rid off her thorns, she is in mirth.
Here is her dearest dragon dating her,
To wed her foot, unto her own path.
Oh Dear Mandela!
If your soul was an immortal breeze,
Tomorrow wobbling in flames
Half in darkness gobbled,
Chill cringes, the throned one fidgets,
Darkness rages and raiders plod by.
Around his stars, his stare is flung__
Once, heros now zeros snuffed.