Know The Law Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you walk away
i am not sad
what i think most
is that you must find the right path

this one is not for you
i have seen your footsteps break
themselves upon
those roadblocks

i have to drive you away
for you do not grow well here
a moss to sand
a seed on a rocky ground
a tower on a pile of sand

you are destined to be great
in the land where your feet are desirous
like some kind of dancing feet on those
dancing shoes
like some kind of fingers fidgety on those
guitar strings

law is a serious faced monster
with blind eyes and sharp claws and
venomous tongue