The Hollywood Ranger

Their lived a man once upon a time in Hollywood

Who in peace and war his glory stood

Reaching by far his story could

For he was known to share holy food

From a holy book in Hollywood

 

Always alone he used to be

With his broad sword no enemy was left free

He could slash and shriek zubb zubb like a bee

And took a holy book and said, ‘Lord forgive me.’

And finally admitted this is how it’s suppose to be

 

He went to the coast to enjoy the calm see breeze

And watched immigrant ships telling him to freeze

 He killed people who had pads on their knees

And preached to those who has none of these

And could finally pray as usual in the breeze

 

He stood for all joy and stood for anger

For he had to use both his book and his panga

As they both worked on people to kill their hunger

He gave a wait to his finger

Which pointed at the book to kill the anger

 

For his missions he never was late

I don’t know how because there were no calendars to tell the date

Nor clock to tell the time, but sunrise and sunset

When he hunted his need until he would get

And his book and sword was used on time, never late

 

He was known to be a Hollywood ranger

Who could welcome any stranger

Whether for peace or war he was ready for any danger

On Christmas he used to sing away in a manger

And he was ready to preach and fight as a ranger

 

Stories were flying about adventures of him

But publishers were scared to publish his film

Nor light on him could beam

For they were afraid of his team:

The holy book, the sword, and him

 

Now you may wonder how I’m writing about this man

It’s neither because I have a gun

Nor because I’m able to run

But it’s because he passed away and he’s done

And every creature in Hollywood remembers this man.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

this is great kept interest got to ask is it true?thank you for sharing

[Walani Ndhlovu]

It's no true actually. It's just a matter of creative imagination. thank you for reading