World Wall One

Were all earth’s lofty trees and mountains mine to keep,
No foreign creatures could beneath their shadows creep.
Blackbird and toad, nor ‘rican roach
Could on my sovereign soil encroach.
For my philosophies are far too strong and deep
 
For common beings to apprehend.  Truth is my friend
Yet, if he crossed me, I would soon his life suspend.
Were rivers mine, c’shores, and sands,
No s’hole aliens here could land:
My gallantry does not to wretched souls extend.
 
Were I the bard of heaven’s band, I’d blow my trump
As perky felines wear my music on their rump.
My loftiest of dreams, to grope,
Where beggars find no solemn hope,
To reach for stars beyond where lazy dogs can jump.
 
Were I sole owner of God’s green and bounteous earth,
No citizens were here, except by native birth.
No lexicon of Mexicans
Or tongue and cheek of Dark Afrique
Could circumvent the wall of my impervious girth…
 
© Copyright 2019 January 24
by cabcool