Barren Lands In The Wrong Hands

Hoodlums play the criminal game

Of honour in their street name,

They should refrain this pain

As it makes them more insane. 

What have they really got to gain –

A stain on their character and nature,

And together they endeavour to weather

The storm of being a master form of pastor. 

They encourage others as sisters and brothers

To be like themselves, and do as they do,

And under the covers they still act like lovers

And understand love of a mother being blue. 

To have pride in acting like a lion in a jungle,

Is a tumble and fall to all who believe in this stumble,

Life is precarious at the best of times, and what stands

Is holding up your hands acknowledging these lands. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.