I hope that the
Bread
Tastes good,
Because I’ve left my
Bones
In “it.”
I’ve left the bones born
Man
And bones born
Woman,
Bones once a baby
And bones now broken,
Bones bitter,
Bones bled,
And soon bits baked
Only by dust,
In “it.”
I hope that it
All
Tastes great,
Because we’ve all chained our
Souls
To “it;”
And “it” will continue to feast,
Come the hours we’d ‘ever starve,
“It” will continue to oppress
And until we say “no!”
So say, "NO!"
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
I hope that the
Bread
Tastes good,
Because I’ve left my
Bones
In “it.”
I’ve left the bones born
Man
And bones born
Woman,
Bones once a baby
And bones now broken,
Bones bitter,
Bones bled,
And soon bits baked
Only by dust,
In “it.”
I hope that it
All
Tastes great,
Because we’ve all chained our
Souls
To “it;”
And “it” will continue to feast,
Come the hours we’d ‘ever starve,
“It” will continue to oppress
And until we say “no!”
So say, "NO!"
