FLOCKING, By Ryan Guiley August 08, 2015
FLOCKING
The time is approaching and becoming clear,
The destruction they have caused in nine years,
I can see your beauty as you are becoming near,
Hold my hand and come back to our lair.
You have been aching for a long time,
The bells will be sounding a chime,
They have cause a stoppage in life,
The blood will cut through them with a knife.
We were suppose to have a newborn,
They mess with the time of creation,
As they will face life as it will be torn,
Their eyes will not see this nation.
They act like they’re the creator,
But life itself is natural, as it will cater,
The damage they have produced,
As life has stop while it has blown a fuse.
To take our children away their source,
As the young are yearning while they are force,
Is against civilization and they will be dealt,
As their eyes are fading while they melt.
Your kindness and love is always present,
As you have shelter me from the toxins,
Your eyes are everything and we are meant,
Our eyes will meet again while there will be a flocking.
I can feel your compassion and your desire,
The hands of time will be set on fire,
If they don’t release you immediately,
If not, they don’t have any liberty or dignity.
They have disrupted our livelihood,
Four years taken and child bearing that is lost,
They will be face as there is any good,
To break the chain while they think they’re the boss.