The murder of a rhyme.

Hey Mr. Jackson,
don't let the miles turn to walls.
Bridges span  across the globe
anchored in your loved ones hearts.  

Hey Waterface
don't let the ripples turn to wrinkles. 
Droplets of time may distort the view
but the truth in your  heart 's crystal clear.  

Hey Wafaja
don't let prose catch you crying, 
Never surrender  to the page, 
vengeance gained in penciled crime, 

the murder of a rhyme.  

By Jove!