George Wilder Jr's Derrick Sweat Midwest Deep Freeze: 2024

Monday, May 6, 2024

SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS

**See you in my Dreams**

You are the joy of all my means
See you in my dreams
You are all thats good, it seems
See you in my dreams

You are my tide of deep blue sea
You are my  soul when it bleeds
See you in my dreams
You are the seed that makes a flower grow
I see you in the shower, you are all I know

See you in my dreams
You make my heart sing
There is no night and day you
without you, and the joy you bring

I see your face in all the bright
blue skies, as a shooting star
races by. The sun shines down
on the oceans and mountains
without a cry, as I sigh.

**See you in my dreams**

Writer **George Wilder Jr.**
Copyright 2024

Saturday, May 4, 2024

The traitor stands
big fat and bloated
He is locked and loaded
with vicious lies.
As he farts his way on by
His hate continues to fly

He can’t stand for too long
He would collapse to the ground
He lies and lies,
there is no truth in his weak bones
His belly protudes
as his mouth moves
He’s always hateful and lude

The orange fat guy lives
in a world of his own making
It is our world that he is taking
All this time he knows he’s been faking

Hallway Lies. America will rebuild
soon after he’s gone.
democracy will remain strong
He wants to kill
He wants a bloodbath
He really needs a bath
Maybe a good shower
As he gets fatter by the hour

*Writer, **George Wilder Jr.**
Copyright 2024

Friday, May 3, 2024

Days Of War

*Days of War*

Warplanes soar as innocent blood start to pour
Dying is prominent, for some it’s become a bore
No one wants a war to persist, only the world
can fix this. Men, women, children, die, and the world cries

The love of killing is not rare
It’s just no one of mind really cares
Blood on the bed, blood on the chair, blood
in your face, blood In your hair

The bloodly little baby pulled from a dirt hole
eyes wide open and bleeding from it’s soul
The day of war is no friend to anyone
Every dead child belongs to someone

The appettite for killing the innocent is strong
All day long with no pouch
People run and hide under the bed, and
behind the couch. The day of war, is
the fire that needs to be put out.