Madeline

""Fire away my youngest of four, Whispering your favorite song, Madeline, an evergreen Pale moon you stare with regard Rockets in space, murals on the walls, yet here...here we are. All these yesteryears of reaping Kneel kiss high heels and a gold ring How we forget the grain we are in an arcane ocean. Dear, I want you to sail through the Nile, Watch the planes glide gracefully across the sky, like fireflies. There’s no fortune in a white lie, There are jokers holding the reins Fingers chase triggers to end life Candles flare, then we all celebrate We let them win, carry the torch light We let Ganga drown in the drain Kill the forests as we aim high Is heaven any different from here?""