CHRIST OF TODAY GETTING CRUCIFIED BY ITS OWN TRIBE

MY TWISTER LOVE HAS TEARS IN EYES


A mamoth got crushed
souls cried their hard
shrill voices got dimmed
rough soil gushed out
with vengenous velocity

Emotions ran high
tears fired a spirit
Gorge W Bush was born

I have read an english poem
at my teens
a boy was in love
the girl demanded red roses
She knew
no body promises roses

But he promised
rose gardens

I have a rose garden at my city beautiful
nick named by some broken heart
but tough at nerves


When love bites hard
a warrior is demanded by the social people

I have remembered that english poem
the storey doesn't stop so short
The Britons were scary of snow wizard
and chill of winters

A bird heard the cries
of the love bite
She put her whole blood
slow and slow
with a smile
over a bulshit white rose

The rose boasted
look Mr. Gorge W Bush
I have turned red
You can offer me
to your glamour queen

I go to city beautiful
put my stay for long
see the bullshit red roses
my soul asks
Why these damn red roses
so stupid
so thankless
so shortsighted

I keep my calm
my 'twister love' has tears
at her beautiful antarctic eyes

My soul asks
can you reply to your Love's tears

My patience get provoked
The test is hard
But the reality is more harsh

I say to my soul
LOOK LOVE
A Christ is getting crucified
And by his own people
for whom
the red roses were promised

She said : I know
Roses have thorns

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