Chapter 1: The Greatest Search
Dark night with no stars. Deep bush at the White House. The secret service walk near the shadows where I hide near the East wing of the White House. The lies flow unto me like ooze in a swamp down home on the farm after days of rain. The muck sticks like mire on my soul.
I sold my honor too long ago to join the Trade War, a Drug War, a Socialism War, a Race War, a Religious War.
The rain falls from my top head like floods. The red, white and blue coat more mud. Stop.
A darn dog barks. They won’t smell my fear. Maybe my lost glory and honor. But I found my honor. They have it in the white house.
They took with lies and war. And I’m going to get it back in one two three.
Lights out. I will find it inside.