andrew tate – Smith Shine Poetry

Brotherhood

(For My Sons) My boys, my three lions of England,let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,too many false starts.I could only look to the stars when they camefor blood.The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, symbols andContinue reading “Brotherhood”

Real World

I’m struck still where I stand, as the low Autumn sun shines bright, in all Gods glory and wonder. As I take in such frightening beauty, on my future, I ponder. On this hill like my life, I hit a blind summit. Feelings of the past are sad. Though I trust there’s increased beauty downContinue reading “Real World”