Painted coat of GODS wonder.
Money counter, made me plunder.
Bricks I made upon desert sand.
Cities built by jewish hands.
Chains broken - my soul feels free.
Yet in life pick and flee.
Fallen idol, icon of the time.
Sweat of stone fell with the brine.
Slavery rumble, mankinds stumble.
Cruel child pulls bugs legs to tumble.
Mans heart desperately wicked shines.
PEOPLE LOOK TO NOTICE A CRIME.
from my poem book - DREAMS