#youngmen
Taketh the weapon's
Out of the young
Poor man's hand's;
And replace the gun
In the palm's
Of the old, rich beastly men;
Send the young boy's
Home
Who art but eighteen;
Let the greedy
Fight their own war
For their oil, gold, and papery green.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Bitter and better
hands frozen splatter
dancing while the world watches
shimmy off their rockets
skimming marbled surfaces
and falling into pits of
pretty red haired young men.
Bitter and better
try sulking in a corner while
the pitiless fruits rot to the stem
and ****** trees collapse with
their leaves falling straight into
a pile of complete disarray.
Bitter and better it's been lately
bringing growls for empty stomachs gone crazy
while wrinkles in young
smooth skin crease around
the edges creating a sort of
dimple or smile line that's
indecent and secret and
sort of sublime.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC