THEY DIVIDED THE KINGDOM
AND OLD MEN WORE WOOLLEN HATS
DOWN BY THE SEASHORE
SAT ON WOODEN BENCHES
RELIVING LIFE..HUDDLED
THROUGH FADED MEMORIES.
THEY DIVIDED THE CHILDREN
WITH AN INVISIBLE SWORD
WHOSE SNAPPING BLADE WAS BITTER
AND OLD MEN WITH WOOLLEN HATS
HUDDLED ON BENCHES...RELIVING
THROUGH FADED MEMORIES..LIFE
DOWN BY THE SEASHORE.
THEY DIVIDED MY HEART
INTO PAINING PIECES
A BLACK HOOD HID MY TEARS
UPON AN IMAGINARY SCAFFOLD
WORDS HUDDLED LIKE OLD MEN ON BENCHES
RELIVING LIFE THROUGH FADED MEMORIES
WEARING WOOLLEN HATS..BY THE SEASHORE.
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