Serge Kapol Poems
I stare into the distance, With a certain persistence, Waiting through the night, Waiting for the light,
Stare up at the moon I wonder if you Are staring at it too?
I've been left in the dust Left behind to rust Red moon or bust.
The wind passes through the trees, And they all sway with the breeze Losing their green, Beginning a brand new scene.
There Ain'T No Gettin' Offa This Train
The train rolls in and, The passengers boards, Last call, All aboard!
On the move again Turn a corner to meet the end The reaper roams the streets Where soldiers march to the beat
On the move again
Turn a corner to meet the end
The reaper roams the streets
Where soldiers march to the beat
The drummer keeps a stady pace
Up until he meets face to face
The villain stares back
Lifts a rifle, ready to attack