DAY CAMP

HELLO - my name is genocide.

I come from man and beside.

Only to put you in a camp.

My genius part of the vamp.

Only to close and lock a door.

Your face and others no more.

An Indian, jew,black slave and others.

Walk I do with hate and venom - brothers.

Into my day camp you will go.

LIKE A BOA - to coil and kill real slow.

Only vacant eyes look with hope.

To escape its ring, like a boxers rope.

Through the passage of life and time.

Our friend of darkness genocide rhymes.

Man sometimes only feels by pain.

Yet being all sisters and brothers - IT'S INSANE.

LET ME JUST SIT AND COOL OFF.

from my poem book - DREAMS 2