Dancing Sands Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Dancing Sands





One; was that walking dead,
Hopeful but freezed on bed,
Night was his light to right;
Criminals he willingly fight.


Justice knows every man's number,
Hearing the chaotic community trauma,
Deserters were cruelly crucified,
Rest cohorts went on pity hide.


No one is a perfect judge...
Of characters with no grudge,
Charges fall at no pitiful peace;
Dawn of justice at no ease.


Death calling high infidel-son,
Castrating out destinies of quality horn,
Dreadful noise by camp-slaved-pleb:
By naive and corrupt excecutive-reps.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>28/05/2017
>04: 09pm