Dig the ground,
Deeper & broader,
Large enough to accommodate,
And peacefully lay us,
The commoners to rest,
Without causing any disturbance,
To the Clout-clad looters.

Don't rest till you collapse lifelessly,
Into the mud extracted for digging,
Digging their trap deeper enough,
Deeper enough for all the clout,
'Cause you wouldn't even want,
Their zombies to be turn-out,
Escaping out stark naked,
Out in future to plight,
****** and blight,
Pester and fester
The future generation.

Oh but do we not know,
They will survive and flourish,
Indian or Russian or American or British,
The clout will always be there to ****/eat,
**** blood and eat meatballs,
Why they will survive,
And why the civilians suffer isn't riddle.

Thinking Of Someone Special

Thinking Of Someone Special
As I start a brand new day
Wishing I could see them
Knowing they're far away

Wondering when I'll get a chance
To hold them in my arms
Hoping that they feel the same
For this time we are apart

Thinking of someone special
Knowing that I must wait
Dreaming of them every night
While still talking every day

Thinking of someone special
Till that day when we unite
So that I can tell them face to face
They are special in my life

Thinking of someone special

Carl Joseph Roberts

(20words)
This was a random though,
But how true these words are.
I hope you like it.

Nearer to the midnight hour
Than thee,
My ship sinking neath lids of iron,
I lay me down and entrust my soul
To the muses,
The Gods of Poetry and Art,
My poems to keep.

Tuck me in, kiss my forehead,
They smile knowingly.

I ask in the slow, punctuated,
Indistinct voice
Of drowsy,
"Will I see you tomorrow?"

They reply:

"Soon we shall meet again
In dreams most colorful,
Whether in this world,
Or the next,
T'is another's choice,
All is chance."

*Then they soft whispered:
But new poems will lie by your side,
Pillowed beneath thy head,
Guardians and Friends,
Wherever, Whenever.
For once a poet,
A poet forever.

So journey on,
Good Night To You,
Our child."