• STARVING


    My hunger to be feed the truth lay gutless in this curse
    No outer mind, no open mind, just stories in this verse
    with every lie with every try I believe in what is fate
    a world to praise, a world to bid, the better half of hate
    I see pentagrams of glory, I see crosses turned to damn
    I see infants feed the land, I see land for every lamb
    I see brands for every clan, I see marks for every man
    I see blind, no outer mind no open mind
    how could I understand?
    So resent but full content that i could thirst for something pure
    knees bent and cash is spent I think here lay a cure
    For I feel this land is wasted but I plea a better day
    keep me always starving so apart Ill never stay

    By: Cassandra Bridenstine
    my work is copyrighted, don't even think about it.