Saturday, June 21, 2008

In the Breach

How can we sing
When fools can be king
And lies comb your hair at night?
Injustice rocks the cradle
We are left to ladle
Handouts of second hand light.

2 comments:

Scratch said...

Hmm, stolen lines in there...

Brass Baboon said...

Just the two

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...