Tuesday, October 21, 2014

HUNKER IN THE BUNKER

HUNKER IN THE BUNKER

Hunker your soul down in the bunker,
Watch to whom you talk,
For life is real and earnest,
And love is not a cakewalk.
And life can throw you curve balls,
That you always fail to see.
Hunker your soul down in the bunker,
You've lots of company.

This life is a bunker, 
No comforts of home,
You had better get used to walking alone.
The sun bubbles over like some babbling child,
The bunker can burn you,
It is lonesome and wild.

Hunker yourself down in the bunker,
It's a sphere of mystery where we all hide,
It's hell here on earth, so welcome inside.
There's plenty for all to weep and to grieve,
It's where we all labor and plant our proud seeds.
Then the wind comes along 
And scatters them where it will.
Hunker yourself down in the bunker,
Loneliness can kill.

Hunker down in the bunker,
Make your marks on the wall,
Of every last betrayal and every umpire's call,
That turned out to be spurious,
That turned out untrue.
Hunker yourself down in the bunker,
In memory of those who loved you.

Hunker down in the bunker,
Be careful who you trust,
Fellow soldiers flesh and blood,
Their foot-steps turn to rust.
And lips have lied and tongues are tied,
It will ever be that way,
In these days of strange intrigue,
We are hurled into the fray,

What I am trying to say is this,
A serpent's nature is to bite and hiss,
There is evil lurking in the world,
Asses bare that must be kissed.
Hunker your soul down in the bunker,
Save a space for me,
For we are comrades tried and true,
Fighting in this army.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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