You never see us
We do all the work
Hidden below the grand canopy
We eat, we work, we cry
Without us you wouldn't survive
Yet when we peak above the surface
We become the root of your despair
You blame us
But without us
our world would be a blank canvas
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces
PoetryA random collection of my poetry relating to historical events, current events, and generally the way my life is going.
