Trump the Dog 

silly spins the globe of us 

and painful sinks the stone 

lazy lifts the slopes and thus 

a people fall alone 

wander through the times of mind 

and cross the gulf of times 

again falls gently hard and gross 

abundant thoughts of stone 

chance the wild in search of peace 

and slaughter hearts seen not 

bereaved and false though true to self 

when tied in shadow owned 

asleep in torment lies the bird 

and embers dimmed glow 

a lonely spirit often held 

by all who lie below 

but Sun forever calls them out 

and moon their hopes does swell 

be causes meant for heres and nows 

so fair in dreamlike bloom

the fault lies open and it breaks 

for they aren't ones to turn 

against a tide which fear makes break 

upon its time to burn