Gun 2 head paralyze motor skills
Slightest move this pen breathes no more
Bayou land cop itching 2 draw blood
Finger on trigger ready 2 squeeze
Butterflies in stomach not free 2 fly
Blinded by red police lights...hunted
Louisiana dusty road beckoning 4
my final curtain call
Beads of sweat feeds pores of fear
Thoughts clear like crisp breeze, on
Fall autumn nights
My skin breeds hate in evil heart of man
All 4 sitting in front
passenger seat...being black
RonnieL
RonnieL
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mlowe5 says: Saving the trees the storms left, the now lynch with guns 2 heads and knees 2 necks. Powerful write, RonnieL. Very reflective of this gumbo of a mess we are yet in today. Great metaphoric wordplay in this write; coupled with a smooth rhythmic flow. Thanks for the share. Peace and Love, mlowe5. |
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