Corpses of long missed fathers, sons.
The grass and flowers permanatly stanied with blood and smell of what happened.
Tears of mouring mothers and sisters
for the loved ones lost.... more »
As the Sun kisses the Moon goodnight,
The moon shines brightly for all lovers at mid-night,... more »
Brain can't take much of this isalation...
Instead, I waste away before my familey.
Mouth wanting for the moment in which I can once again converse...... more »
Sad little drummer boy
thinking to himself
'Why did have mommy die
Why does dady seem so sly'... more »
This is not a courtroom
Instead of a jury,
There are armies.
Instead of words,... more »
Look at them busey bees,
working for mother hive.
I sit here a waiting wasp,
ready to strike.
Quickly working, without thought,
For if something is wrong Mother Bee will be upset,
they will surely be scared.
She will send my way
To punish the wrong, the wicked,
and anyone she so choses.
Oh how they irritate me so, especally what they did to my mother...
My mother was a busy bee,
father a wasp.
They loved ech other so much,
those bees did not.
One day Mother bee sent for mother,
she did not come ...