Witnesses Of The Act Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

They knock at night
Do not rest
Act in a dream
listen till None is left

Speak texts into books
Are the fruit of your loins
Pink are the walls
Bloody the hands

The mobile phone at your ear
Will the act be conducted
The car rolls quietly
Aimed for the goal constracted

Then hell opens
The driver's door
A human being is knocked out
Falls bloody in front of his floor

Is kicked asocial and mean
Is accused Thema also
as a perpetrator
Lies in his blood all alone

Painful with torn tendon
bleeding in front of His own door
only defends himself against the termination
is attacked, can not help it anymore

When help finally arrives
And police comes over
Expose yourself
Are partisan indulging in mates

Let the malicious injured
With intention ignored
Go around the corner with the culprit
Just laughed

Are linked with the leather jackets
But he took off quickly
Lies, suddenly as a victim with red cheeks
but witnesses were watching -
in front of the house!

Because they all overlooked
The witnesses of the act
They all heard and saw
Now one Hells Angel is accused!

And if also they send their angels on fire chairs
Nobody can really feel the crime
Only the injured, but he will generate
And his guitar hand will compose again


Because until the decision of the complaint
Listen to what I tell you now:
Will you still hand in your hunting license?
And lose your sanity

Because protection from hell
Do you have lost even now?
The bat leaves you Sitting in jail,
soon

The kids in the school that you cote
And the ones you just scared
Run away by fear of you
or all processing loses its purpose

Your existence is destroyed
Just as you do with everyone else
Your madness will stay with you
Will knock at night

The violence you feed
Fall back on yourself
We are witnesses of it then
that no one regrets your misfortune anymore.

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© Floy Dy Ra,08.31.2018