Follow The Despot
Challenging, tingling rows of leather boots
tramp down your skin – not for lack of knowledge
of what’s about to end
Harmony in the flag’s submissive, limp dance
in the wind a sorry whimsical state we can find
ourselves in…at any time
further away along the banks of where it was supposed to end
is the courage now found in
the opposite ends of strife between men
following the fears of one
rebirth pure; exist in snow
until the last season upon all
take their final bow before those arbitrary medals
of rank and achievement before filing out to
face that mirror all cannon and bayonet strike to
more by LORD BISON
CHECK OUTÂ That Golden Woman – A Spoken Word Album by Lord Bison