The sun rises over the red horizon,
and sets again as the red clouds roll in;
The moon which had once shone so bright
can hardly be seen through the smokey night;
No more do the stars shine as they had before,
and the smokey red sky seems easier to ignore;
Red tinted buildings crowd around the one place
which seems (for now) unaffected by the waste
of the threatening endless sea of dry red sand
and the harsh hot wind that burns the dying land;

Hidden behind the stone walls of that red city
sits an old man, huddled in a chair, mumbling: "Pity ...
Oh, the pity of it all ..." and talks of things that used to be
To tired dusty children perched around his knee;

He watches their intense delight as he tells his tales
of a different world (not too long ago) without hot gales,
of how that world used to flourish in lushous green
- a colour which has never since on this earth been seen -
of how that land was covered by the most beautiful flowers,
and of how he, as a child, used to while away the hours
in fragrant fields of green grass and tall trees spread about;
He told of animals which not too long ago had roamed about;
He told takes of soft white rabbits, of ferocious lions and tigers;
He told tales of history,  of adventure and deadly dangers;

And then he'd fall quiet and smile at the children sadly
as they looked up at him expectantly;
Then he tells them in his own special way
of how such a beautiful world became what it was today:
"Oh, the pity of it all ... We had it all those yesterdays,
but we were selfish so we threw it all away!"
Then the story-teller of yesterdays would sigh in despair,
snuggle up comfortably, and doze off in his rocking- chair ...

Time was spent and time was taken
Wars were fought and lives were shaken
Sons were lost in foreign battles
Dignitaries are greatly rattled
The cost of Freedom has no maxis
Nothings free, but dealth and taxes
Debt's unchecked without the money
Bills are real, and that's not funny
A need for cash is why we're working
That girl next door, gets paid for twerking
Those, like me, we're paid to slaughter
Foreign fighter's sons and daughters
As they charged with vest, full laden
Of explosives, lives were taken
But, that's ok, there will be others
Pregnacies of angry mothers
Churning out the next rotation
Feed on hate, like cheese and bacon
They grow to hate the American statis
Not taught with books, but automatics
AK fourty-seven practice
Everyday they horn their tactics
In the hills they learn a trade
**** Americans, get paid
Not in cash, but, lushous virgins
For a suicide incursion
Martyrdom for cause and faith
A good idea or bad mistake
Only you control your live
So, die like rats, or learn to fight
Constitutionally, I'm speaking
These laws of ours, could stand some tweaking
Need more freedom; less restriction
And keep this government out my kitchen
I've got rights, so, ****-it, respect it
I've earned the right to roll this Lexus
Inkpen Slinger, is what you called me
Now, acting like you never say me
Mind so potent, it's illegal
All my poems, they come with sequels
Like this here, I thought and dropped
Another thousand in my pocket
I'm as lucky as a four leaf clover
But, as for now, it's done and over

Her presence is sheer ecstasy
It resonates within my heart
Her symmetry perfection envies
Flawless as a saphire sky
Each waking thought she captivates
Her silhouette is timeless grace
The hands that held her mythic form
Plead for another touch to place
Her lushous lips but tasted once
enchanted now to my last breath
Her sugared kiss so soft and sweet
My heart is hers until my death

She breathed her breath of life in me
And suddenly I came alive again
The sun shone upon me that day
And long forgotten warmth returned
each extremity coursing with new hope
For she was like no other light I'd seen
her face enveloped in beauty and brilliance
dazzled each of my awoken senses
And there we stayed for half a time
Admiring each other in blissful revelation
Her delicate lips glissened like fresh dew
As they fell upon my own I was swept away
Their succulent ecstacy was unparalleled
The frail indulgence of her kiss left me breathless
Three small words poured from those lushous lips
The sound of them was like a heavenly song
And while she was there resting in my arms
It felt as if the world could pass away
and all would still be right
These were our happiest days...