snatching it away from our fleshy mold
mama i am feeling breathless very cold
watching all this bemused the wise baby
held comfortably in her mothers folds
her brother she scolds ..oh let him shoot us ..our story to the world out there must
be told ...baby was the only one in
total control her innocence her godliness
untouched by time and destiny behold
caught between here and there on
the threshold ..dreams on the street side
lying unsold,, this world emotionless
is ruled by the rich and the billfold
