💚

Tehran At The Hour

It was limited display Fortunes for tin and cinder Rightly chosen for endless destiny The Earth shall be her deep A depression home- with window dressing And sudden people- The same recourse to dream Badly reliant to St. Peter The other hand- the face of wonder In appliance to our court And sin beloved- for mortal deck And ringing at fire, a bust This special island A post for one entire And where retiring- Adjustments of one at core A simple off, to say the least We packed the men for beauty- and became adults Long and in attire Simple things captive And the way for evident landing Must always watch- the key to be here is time And making stand amiss to fear We are as one asleep For beams of making light Nothing to die at, but Donald Trump.