A Bit Dead; A-Bit Alive Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

A bit dead; a-bit-alive






First time in moon lock-up,
Mr Attorney General ducked up,
Saint Witness feared to unveil,
Now, Confusion come to travail.



The plans were but so strict,
for a heart so soft to defeat,
Here, the knives and weapons...
to cut off lives and nations.



A thought of race blew round,
but to no use was its sound,
A zeal grew up high; a-morale,
lo, a skirt doesn't make one a female.



Hello, Lawyer for fearful justice,
welcome, kill me not with lies,
Equality with fair justice i seek,
and here comes a life but sick.




©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
03/11/2017
12: 31AM