National Historical Park Pennsylvania
July 23, 2013
*Note: The author would like readers to know that this is a work in progress and she's interested to hear their take on the piece.
Fire Fishes Chocolate Corpse
Sometimes I think the world is build on ashes
With people made of tiny wisps of smoke
Sometimes I think the world needs one more fire
A fire perhaps I’ll be the one to stoke.
Sometimes I think the world is underwater
With people just like fishes in the sea.
Sometimes I think the different types of fishes
Are all the same, for fish is fish to me.
Sometimes I think the world is made of chocolate
when things get hot, the people melt away
Sometimes I think the world needs something harder
More things that will not melt, flee, or decay.
Sometimes I think the world is build on corpses
The people who were on the losing side
Sometimes I think our world composed of winners
Has got it wrong with such victorious pride.
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