Procession-Caterpillar.. Poem by Madrason .

The writings on the Oaks say S
like people going on a Sunday stroll
curly twisted and restless hearts
make way and dig dungeons for war
like a destructive prayer
they carry their woolly jackets
just so nice one wants to cuddle them all
but this procession is a strenuous call
don't follow them when people say so
just make a stand,
'at ease please', let them go
be an example, an ample, a wall
being yourself takes courage
don't fall for the flock lock
the world opens up
and lies will have no part
no more within your heart
like it just did before
nothing will be like that again
if now 'you' just break that chain
It takes a while but it oft only takes a smile
to change the world 'be' number One. M