MACHINES

© RYAN GUILEY

I visualize large amounts of cars,

They are all on the lookout,

Equipment ready not too far,

The accountants will be charged, as I felt.

The streets will be barricaded,

A curfew will go into place,

People staying home being graded,

As, I did my best for this case.

The stores shelves will be bare,

As people in uniform will direct,

As Denise and I, will be back as a pair,

As we will stand, and will erect.

God tells me in one of her pictures,

People have been worried,

But, the seed is always richer,

As, there will be snow flurries.

I can see bags of salt in piles,

A lot of people have relocated,

As, a new stations will hit the dials,

As people will guard us in gated.

Big machines will fill the streets,

As, trucks will be at centre outlets,

As God, just demands for peace,

 As, the time awaits to be set.

I can hear bells ringing from afar,

A lot of chatter is commencing,

As they put everything back to par,

With a lot of new blockage and fencing.

The date is very soon, to start

As some of her pictures are smeared,

While nothing will make us apart,

As they have infringed my lair.