During deserted
times, hidden within my
silent rhymes..
Parting lives
amongst the food chain,
life force
–
they most honestly
do drain!
Travelling gifts
afar
–
from far, far away
within those
distant galaxies.
You just don’t see
every day..
Hungry beyond
belief,
come once again,
because we’re
–
part of their
food-chain….
We’re no longer
protected
because of a new
treaty
stopping a war
which lasted longer than
generation after generation
after generation!
You do understand…
Protect the gift @
all cost!
Treaty
