tara gendron
the ballet of suffering
assorted strings as chords
fear my quill
growing up undercover
as a trouble war from ireland
my grandmothers voice lives
through the liberation of the republic
the warning of our language is back
never trust the republic,
you said, she saw she wasn't allowed hearing
and passing by you'll be disdained by the brogue
my name is fide et amore of ireland
fear my quill
as sorted strings de spigot calling
you haven't seen her face forgiveness
i halted her once
i shall do so again
shes the one listening to us, not me
the man upstairs is always watching his wings
she speaks command, answer is fine
the posthumous denial denied your works
de save hurt
speaking down , accept your fates
see the beautiful musicians grace
i know this defeat as does the silence
yet i work in journalist's
this blank round of pages is...
permanently staind
hint at tip of typographical's grand larceny has degree's when defining corruption charge the nth degree..............