Number four if you cant do the math with this one I am sorry my Friend the ride I just took you on was not worth at all , Give me one moment of your time; A poem by Claude Vincent Maart. A Lost Name. The jingle sound of a heavy key opens up the iron door in front of me. Shackeled from wrist to legs men in black and orange meet men in brown. Instead of a smile you called in with a frown ; Its hard to believe the sound of this voice some little child takes comfort in its noise. Your mothers house this is not! But until you leave this is the only home that youve got; The rules are simple, stay alive! If you not strong enough you going to be someones wife Down the corridor of fame. Everyone wants to see you, Some trying to put claim. This is when you walk with head up high and not an ounce of fear in your eyes as Psalm 23 plays in the back of your mind; In a space of a few steps the lions get sorted from the lambs. By the time you get to your cell they know whether you a can or a cant; The faces you pass seem the same. But at a deeper look the crimes they do change. There is so much pain. Yet no one wants to admit the blame. What a shame. When a number takes the place of somebodys name: by CVM 07/04/2014
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 15:44:12 +0000
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