This is ours now, we own it
The guilt of the world gave it
You are forgotten now, leave
We claim all right
We will beat you into a corner
One with no exit, no space
We will take your root and bough
And eat the fruit thereon
How dare you strike at us with your slingshots
For you’re no David and we’re no Goliath
Once again we will leave your carcasses
To the birds of the air.
Written by Francis de Aguilar©2014
Collage: Claire Palmer
Nice picture Claire
Comment by Francis de Aguilar on 24 July, 2014 at 10:56 amThanks Francis!
Comment by Claire on 26 July, 2014 at 7:27 pm