with guns and knives stowed in our suits
we may be called as sons of brutes
but even in this place of fright
we find our state of pure delight
delight me with your cunning smile
which makes false countries reconcile
firm grip and all that attitude
young girls will hope that you'd include
include them in your precious mind
and never leave them far behind
it must have been your glorious hair
that makes them stop and love and stare
stare at your retreating back
with me as selfish and intact
in truth, when all is said and done
you only have to raise your gun
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
with guns and knives stowed in our suits
we may be called as sons of brutes
but even in this place of fright
we find our state of pure delight
delight me with your cunning smile
which makes false countries reconcile
firm grip and all that attitude
young girls will hope that you'd include
include them in your precious mind
and never leave them far behind
it must have been your glorious hair
that makes them stop and love and stare
stare at your retreating back
with me as selfish and intact
in truth, when all is said and done
you only have to raise your gun
the second metrical poem i've done wow
inspired by Gnomon by the lovely Luchia
