~Pestilence for the Fought Dominion~
by Patricia Etienne
Worried be
Redemption sakes!
Spare, spare
This unknown ill
Befalls
On the innocents' soils
Within matter of hours...
They transform like dry corpses
Below buried ground
Like the four horsemen pestilence serve on a plate
Like horrors fall of skies
Mindful perpetrators
Tactic this comma-shaped bacterium
As a magical wand
To condemn those of poverty
Rather...
To wipe off the surface of the Earth
The first free color nation
As a punishment of a dear dare-fought
Seeing as the dominion of hell
But as the four horsemen pestilence continue
To spread its terrors around the nation
A few still remain strong like wild boars
Thinking of another possible exodus
Only this time cannot be led by Great Ol' Moses
Or...
Wondering will it ever
Be politically correct to score a home run?
