Monday, 20 September 2010

The Aryan Eye

Oh you, smothered in blue
The fairer sex isn’t just, for you.
Rolling and reeling underneath the Aryan eye.
The law bore a hole in your heart.
Glacial skies trapped inside an ice cube,
Dwindling, sinking
Covered in red, red wine and smashed in glass.
Smuggled under his heart
Cross it and hope to die,
Trapped inside the Aryan eye.

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