Monday, July 31, 2017

I Only Wanted

You gave me  sad pearls,
Tinted with blood
Of all the girls 
With the blond curls
That sacrificed 
Their life on the mud.

I only wanted 
A water lily
White and pure 
To make a shawl
To cover my shoulders
When life gets chilly.

I hate the pearls
That killed the girls.
The poor lambs 
That bought your lands.
And I hate the blood
That covers your hands.

I only wanted
A columbine,
Something I can call mine
When I toss these pearls
With a swirl
At your cold, humorless face.

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