Sunset Treaty

The grave isn’t love nor our ransom 

Like a Callous, unsigned treaty

It is, a cheetah untied from freedom

Like the setting sun and the sea

I bid on the treaty, I wandered

Around and once again am plundered

By whom a therapist wondered

By a bridgehead of the bewildered

So keep ’em on a lever: your

Hands to which good deeds

Surrendered. So turn our 

back on the devilish needs:

’Cause a flood rushes down the boulevard 

The border bristled westward from afar.