Scribing 4 - Intellect

[previous scribings can be found @ montikarus.blogspot.com in Jan 2017]

Strong words for a little boy
Lost without a home
Of his own choice

Little spoilt man
Born in gold
And seething at the teeth
Telling everyone how hard done by he is
How hard done by he's been
And that he's protesting for delusion

Strong little boy
To stand up for the world
To see the pain and act
To care enough to stand

Sad little world to project so deadly
To kill the hope with fire
But fire has its own
And hope is like a phoenix

Hope for the hopeless
It really is hopeless
So anything we do from now on in
That resembles hope
is well, a trick at best

Simple blood
No royal stain
But power is attracted to certain blood types
To laughable measures of hoping for domination
To do many a vacation of the country station
Standing up and stopping the wheels of time for a second
To peer into the dark and see the beyond,
Only to find it peering back
And a long discovery of something new to fear

The deep silent dark is not desirable
But learn not to be afraid
And power will come

Under the covers we sleep
Hiding from the current world
Until it has expired
Beep beep beep
The alarm has us all awoken
Are we ready?
Donne your shoes and your cloak

Throw out the trash
Ready the house for visitors.