IT WILL BE TOLD

© RYAN GUILEY

A battle will only survive,

For those who have the drive,

A window of opportunity shows,

That it is so large to determine the rows.

That it still lines up to determine,

To keep a watch out for the hurting,

The rod dangles to an opening,

No matter how they are roping.

She keeps him to his best,

As, they are trying make a press,

But I know pressure the most,

As needing to leave my work post.

To reach safety beneath these walls,

As they completely intentionally mauled,

Hoping someone would return a call,

Knowing that they were all involved.

Which is hiding the chief of command,

Of their faulty and reckless actions planned,

Because I was going to tell the outside,

Being so numb as they are protecting their lies.

Not only is this a vicious attempt to injure,

As they push blame elsewhere, pointing a finger,

That finger only goes to the one’s sitting there,

 As I gave them too many chances to be fair.

Responsibility is when you can accept,

Any condition, as denial is the best to reject,

As my home, her and God will stand tall,

As they will completely will come to a fall.

What my eyes have seen and already knew,

Going up the chain of authority stands true,

As they wanted to close the case in a hurry,

As they knew that legally, they should be worried.

Since, all the time, they operate in loopholes,

So, it won’t be legal, as they collect gold,

Gold can be melted, but I only have one to hold,

As it will be told, as love can never be sold.