Everything seems perfect
In this heavenly trap
Tied down to a bed
Yes, tied down, she's strapped
But, she dare not complain
Nor, utter a word
She mustn't speak a sentence
No, she shan't be heard
This luscious vacation
This pipe-puffing dream
It's like a river of bliss;
A never-ending stream
So, she's ready to give up
Ready for surrender
Can no longer save her—or
Protect or defend her!
She's lost in her paradise
The opiate rapture
And, nobody can risk it—
Can't prevent her death, or capture
They cannot take a chance!
To provide her with false hope,
She's lost in a parallel world—
Where the answer screams: "dope! "
© copyright 2005-2020Fire in the Hole (Outro to Stories of War)
Nicole D'Settēmi
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