Iran, a poem 🇮🇷

Remember Persepolis? The little girl from Iran we read about as teenagers? Well, she’s a real person by the way, And so are the thousands in Iran set to die. Soliders and civilains both have the same color of blood, The same goes for Americans and Iranians. Be proud of being born on the dirtContinue reading “Iran, a poem 🇮🇷”

My Bell of Victory

How many innocent souls have we, abandoned on the spike, impaled to sweet torture and hell worse doom. Fate to cruel to be real, and yet it is. Low, our canons war cry, will ever scare nor impress me, for that chime in  the distance is my bell of victory. 6/9/14

Die Not for No Country, or No Man

Fetch the strong armor, Prepare, prepare for anything. Stock pile your Beecher’s Bibles and Fill the shed wit food. Stand and deliver look at the whites of his eyes as bayonet enters his liver. This is no time to cringe. God is on our side and god is with you. You are the heroes YouContinue reading “Die Not for No Country, or No Man”

The Caravan is Off Once Again

  It is no matter That on this morrow A field of weary travelers did reach their destination in the slightest haste. The road rough and the current strong. They did land in a merciful mecca, a shelter of marble next to one of stone. Brought about on liquor and botanical boredom. The caravan isContinue reading “The Caravan is Off Once Again”

Donavon’s Palace

Donavon awoke to the piles of severed limbs and bloody corpses before him.  The massacre had been swift, cruel, and horrible. Luck, if could so be called, was the only reason Donovan had survived, and this luck had graced Donovan with a gaping wound one the side of his large square head. Donovan did notContinue reading “Donavon’s Palace”