Have you ever met a man without a root?
Swaying in the winds of society
Sitting atop a raft, riding treacherous waves
A pontoon crafted of floating debris
An identity crafted of what is available
The floating pond scum of society
Accepted freely
Greed and vanity filling the hole a lost history left
Have you ever met a man without a root
Who rejected the scum and sifted
And found good and wholesome value
In a culture not their own
Both are lost
Only one will ever be found
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Poésiejust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
