Tuesday, March 17, 2009
To the return of kingdoms I can bear,
Justice though may reach an aftercare
That resides in dreams of the dead,
Death has no motion to be ahead.
My cousins are in contentment as well,
The whole crowd forbade the hell
We families had to endure so much,
The yelling and seasons are such.
A kingdom may become a land of hope
When the rioting stops, when we can not cope.