Friday, July 12, 2019

dreaming of gold


The black dogs
Barking in the air
Eyes of red jealousy sight
They smell their lives
Living on the side roads
Battling for crumbs to stay alive
Politically they want to rule
They still dream of the past
The fat meat the best cut
The aroma fills up in their minds
Capturing those years ago
They had the juiciest meat
They lived their lives
The pampered lot the gravy train
They grew mean and greedy
Until they lost it all
In the battle of votes
Though now they look lean
The hungry look the sad faces
On the side roads still barking
“We did no wrong”
But who will believe them?
It is the zombies who will
They don’t see the right or wrong
They shake their heads
Dreaming of gold……

And the black dogs
The hungry eyes jealousy faces
They can’t forget the gold
They dream on the side roads


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