#caucasians
I see a clover in my heart,
two trefoil shamrocks do adorn my breast,
these spider's webs on my elbows, -covered,
with moving foot never do I rest.
Upon me soul and in my mind,
resides a brotherhood to wit I'm joined,
from home of Prometheus a story born,
seed of Gomer passes through my ****
I have a clover in my heart,
a turning foot makes this world mine.
The Caucasus seem so far from me,
with six-thousand years in brotherhood; time.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC