I Tell You Poem by Kevin Aroni

I tell you

I'm mad, so mad!
You'd swarm a place and sit.
You neither see traditions nor customs
You do know not the power of seduction
You say, no
So heartless that you've got no heart
No religion but lies brim your soul
Feigning fame, yet the forest teems with wild

I'm a trump card, so bad!
You'd warm the race and hit.
You're neither free on motions nor ransoms
You care little about the reaction
You watch, yes
So keen that you've got no win
No region, ties glim your neck
Reigning home, yet the furthest seems the world.

Who owns the star?
Not the famous wars
Where force awakens
And then the train, snaking from the east
Hooting and routing
Ramping and swindling
About hoot, no one gives a hoot about

Who gave you the scar?
Not the farmer's walls
Where curse is broken
And then the rain, falling on the west
Storming and thundering
Flooding and lashing;
About the night no one thinks about
I tell you.

Author: Kevin Aroni