Monday, January 30, 2017


Beware the viper in strike mode
It spirals up from its abode
Conjuring its next attack  
It means to stab you in the back
Its history dark, foul, distorted
Its body, hideously contorted
Its stinking lair is filled with bones
That reeks of human wails and moans
It lies in wait for its next meal
It doesn’t bother to conceal
Just when you thought twas “light of day”
It emerges stealth to sweep away
All that’s good and destined to stay
Good men and women, everywhere
Who do not falter and show no fear
     of the lie that once was
Because we’re ascending 
     in light and love, peace and harmony
Sent from Above