Nothing Bad Ever Stays Hidden
Cleverly hidden in Cemetaries of yesteryear?
Cobwebbed Tombstones of regret?
Grown up wild with weeds untamed
Lay dying in the western sunset!
Crumbling stones of mis-matched family?
Whose heirloom trees were bent?
Found a lone red rose-wilted
Upon the cracks of ill-intent!
Building for anything hurtful?
It's death will come with failures spent
Dust to dust with malice riding
In the graveyards of todays mal-contents!
(Dedicated To: Chris Bowen* and His Leader****)