Governance Rules

a bee will make honey
a cub will grow with its mother
Mass will be held for the dead
conscience of our fore and foreign fathers.
we will become one color with black tongues
where there’s rain, fire will visit
wherever a hole exist, there will be bone in it
so no voodoo can leave our lips.
as you all know, only a shadow can dream like this
it is why these parchments shouldn’t leave the streets.

Ruddapoet