Give Command

With sentiment and unbridled passion,
the mission filled with christian fashion,
a single boy,
no older than ten,
sits alone,
amongst the men.

He twidles his thumbs within his lap,
a game he developed,
to lessen the slap,
of a moral society,
and a hypocritical fate,
he's ostracized for his actions,
and convoluted by the late,
late actions,
of his parents.

This boy soon became a man,
strapping,
enamored by a certain woman,
though little did she ever know,
her brother caught her crush's eye,
but he vowed he would rather die,
than live forever with the guilt.

Until one night caught his desire,
the brother sit next to the fire,
the alcohol was pouring thin,
the room was hazy,
and dimly lit.

with a cigarette in his hand,
the boy who was now a man,
walked to the fire,
he gave command,
and no sooner had he said his piece,
the room action ceased,
and stared.

they two left the open door,
nestled down upon the floor,
down the road,
near a tree and bush,
kissed passionately,
and with a psuh,
the wind did stir,
a familiar scent,
unbridled passion,
and christian fashion,
marching over the hill.