Forbidden Fruit Poem by Bing Hua

Thanks so much for the music!

Sad Beginnings Lost my winnings Food stamps provided By the U.S. Government. They've made me a gangster And humanitarian They handed me Rifles And jugs full of liquor And said, only the dark ones! I shot my employer And hired a lawyer Made me a warrior No longer a voyeur For Tom and his Sawyer The Mark of the Twain The Huckle and Berry The saw and the chain. Informal insignia I'm dreaming of India Here in Los Angeles With sirens and cigarette butts My cross-bred dogs howl Like true sopranos And I enjoy the truths That we willingly share. For God is abundant Of every republic And multi complected Our Gods are but One. They all are the Higher That humans inspire The one we shall be like The day we retire. It hurts from the grinning I'm tired of winning. The made me the poor I come out with more They make me a slave I mastered the trade They made me the prey I hunted the game They made me minority I rose to authority They made me a resident I chose the next president They made me a Victim i fathered their children They made me a martyr I mated their daughter They made me a pion I lated their eon They made me a sinner I made ME a winner. P.X 3.21.14

nice write here but a wind from afar picks that apple