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Lethal Lullabies
Apologies for surging did they knot-
Chinook is the name, but not well taught.
Big brother Star showed me where you are,
O Father, Holy Father, my Mother left me a scar.
Natura never needed nylon rope,
To help her out of that inevitable, slippery slope.
Apoidea’s amiss aroma ambled-
Natura’s fire scrambled.
“For they have sown the wind
And shall reap the whirlwind.”
Running, Running, Running as fast as they can-
Here comes Mother’s abominable snowman.
Fiery flames fumed friendly fields,
Yet my brothers and I had no shields.
The dark congestion stripped our existences,
Soon all would run new distances.
Contamination poisoned Apoidea and there she falls,
Full dark, all stars, now the Big Man calls.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon.
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.”
Apologies for surging did they knot-
Chinook is the name, but not well taught.
Big brother Star showed me where you are,
O Father, Holy Father, my Mother left me a scar.
Natura never needed nylon rope,
To help her out of that inevitable, slippery slope.
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My inspiration for this poem, was sourced from my diseased childhood, where domestic violence occurred due to the raging effects of alcoholism. I wanted to portray that theme, in a different light, through something that was almost always seen as beautiful, to show that the surface isn’t always parallel to internal impurities. With this poem, I hope to inspire people to not only speak out against any injustices occurring in their lives, but to also think outside of the box, and take pride in their work... no matter how big or small.