Thieves of Ruled

Oh God sheet a veil upon my head

From the evil thieves who try to judge my Soul

Through the storms of dreams and many writes

I have worked in this tarry mud of minds

In sweat and tears of pages and thoughts

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I have heard my father's voice...shouts

To keep my mind aware of them

For they will plan to to take my Pen

But when ?....I asked

He said ...ask Brutus.,...my son

"Et tu Brute."..he smile

 For they believe in Country ...as Old as Ruled

So now I will pray for them to be at peace

And Not

The Thieves of Country Old and Ruled