Crank

 

It was rank, rancid

that meat the Crank gave us, eat

was this a true prank?

 

What’s my rank, David?

Father to wise Solomon,

the soldiers have died.

 

Rancid rank, you crank!

life is for living, oh man,

at the riverside!

 

Love has no levels,

all are loved, yes you are!!

You feel it, or not?

 

Rank reeks, love is sleek,

the smell of kindness brings hope.

Let love heal you now.

 

Moira Levant © April 16th 2018

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