Cynfarwy

Reg S. Baer

He could stop the gallstone,
I don’t have delusions of grandeur,
That type of monster shouldn’t live.
If you’ve got time to lean,
Latched onto his neck,
The old chess is dying;
The issues that are real issues,
It will make itself heard,
The Bible did not arrive by fax.
Why do we wound each other?
It is time to look outside again,
You’d have time to scream;
What right you have,
A right to defend itself,
Defended a number of guilty men.

It becomes evident that in fact,
You stole a dead guy’s flowers;
Solemn pretence of abstruse wisdom,
It’s time to flood the fault.