Just A Bad Dream 895
Poem By DAVID GERARDINO
THE child sits naked and beat,
by a man who calls himself the
king, how sad the fat king thinks,
not even jesus will dry those tears,
not even jesus.
THE child hits his teens, he doesnt
know it yet, but one day he will
put a bullet in this fat kings head.
HIS mother is dieing of the big C,
the kid sees every thing that death
offers, still his mom is better off
dead, for theres a war in this place,
and the fat king is about to go