"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“I’ve Come”

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The night’s no longer,
Nor is the day,
Of endless hunger,
Nor men astray.
For with a thunder,
God did say,
“No more plunder,
Nor evil ways.”

“I’ve come you see,
To put a stop
To mans disease,
Like days of Lot.
Men do tease,
With evil thought,
On bended knees,
They smite the rock.”

“Governments of death,
Nations of plutocracy,
Where evil nests,
Devouring democracy.
The people’s best,
Full of bureaucracy,
Never they rest,
In all their hypocrisy.”

“For lack of plenty,
The people starve,
Deprived of money,
Society marred.
What some think funny,
Leave others scarred,
Bees and honey,
Are forever barred.”

“Yes, you see,
With a hunger,
I’ve come to thee,
To cure my blunder.
You and me,
And all my wonder,
I take from thee,
And do so smother.”

And with his hand,
The night was no longer,
Nor was the day.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Behind These Bars”

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It’s smelly in here,
Behind these bars,
The stench of ass,
And feet of tar.
Somebody needs a bath!

Years go by,
No end in sight,
This steel bed,
I never sleep right.
Really improved my math.

Bells go off,
It’s time for count,
All in place,
Standing so stout.
Feeling our keepers wrath.

No sense anymore,
As days go by,
No longer I dream,
Nor ask myself why.
All is in the past.

No looking back,
A time no longer,
A wonderful life,
I did so squander.
Young and living fast.

I ask you now,
I pray for hell,
Anything is better,
Than in this cell.
Please God, as I ask.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


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“Super Dud!”

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Super duper,
Is his name,
What a trooper,
All the same.

Super hero,
Flying high,
Striking zero,
Every time.

Wonder dude,
Some might say,
High on ludes,
Every day.

No more worries,
He don‘t care,
Never hurries,
Eyes a glare.

No story here,
Or life to tell,
Drinking beer,
And drugs to sell.

Friends all gone,
A family lost,
A switch left on,
What a cost.

It’s all a blur,
An empty hole,
Nothing’s sure,
Except your blow.

Remember this,
You super dud,
The life you missed,
. .. … …. ….. With a Thud!

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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