Flaming Galls Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Flaming galls






To the Babysitter, who baby sits;
endurance is your motto and photo
To the Bodyguard, who body guards;
honesty is your diplomacy, aside mercy.


Here, I sit on a long bench of worries;
watching this cauldron filled with galls,
And my flesh hedged about: dizziness
flexing their moments over my worries.


There, I have been sitting, quite long,
seeing the whole edges getting edgy;
Watching the tears of the leaves falling:
my nation is compassed with galls andtravails.


To the civilian casualties, I mourn with;
in dark places and in fierce races,
Let's live long, let's fight strong:
hereinafter, dwells peace and unity.


Surely, this nation sunk in mud paths:
taking oaths of hope girded with sackloths,
How then would her daughter's merry,
if not dancing in nude nets and aprons.


Recompense I see; according to work done,
and sodomity shall prevail no city anymore
Behold their visage is darker than charcoal:
their skin cleave to their weathered bones.


Fear and snare is staged upon this nation,
so is desolation bites and chaotic destruction
I sit here, with my saddy strings from Saul,
beckoning stones and rocks to overhaul.





©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
(A Salient prolific author...)
20/01/2018
12: 31PM