Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Roots Of Men
If you're hiding anything be certain of godly men,
For they have been dismissed from alert rides,
The finishing journeys and the hated tribes.
One sees the physical ailments and designs the power,
Froth and descriptions alert one another for fun,
Let the power be certainly said like the wind.
Fur is sucked from the roots of love and power,
Let the bears be the skin, and let them bury us
With their pardons and compliments of old.