walk through the desert
crawl over the sand
beware the lone gunmen
who’s on his last stand
the bushy eagle
with his false beak
calls you to fight
fight for the weak
in infamy lives the day
in which the battle first began
the enemy that attacked
seemed very glad
a lifetime has passed
and we worry no more of the threat
instead it is moral values
that cause us to fret
think more of what’s right or wrong
than who will hurt you
fear more the man
who stands back and guides you
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 