Pray
I sit and rise from the dirt that covers me
a voice screams out to leave the brothers be
it feels like the worlds had enough of me
and I suffer see, feel they should suffer to
hows it feel, the worlds had enough of you
had enough of us all, watch summer, fall
winter, spring, bring the blessing that came to call
talking to you is me and a brick wall
not getting through to ignorance, no way
your not listening to the silence here
the sun is shining the day is not clear
whiskey shots in a garden made for beer
a formal love letter, I call you dear
hoping you see the reign, my thrown awaits
I know and you know we all make mistakes
no recognition to real just the fakes
a city full of guys looking for breaks
and they wonder why they are all the same
all they do is sit talking then complain
the games a table, it takes balls to play
the sign of the cross, your eating your pray.
poem by Daniel McCann
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