The Earth is dry
Wish I could fly
From this wretched coop
And escape the loop
Of pillaging and plunder
Poverty drags us under
Shackles restraining the free
Evil thoughts surrounding me
And poison fills the air
Few trees and all are bare
Democracy is a lie
Just pretend that you can hide
All our dreams are crushed
Danger lurks around us
Wish that I could see
More than browning seas
And as time folds
Many stories are retold
The world is a mess
Everything is in distress
They may have broken our souls
But our hearts are ours to control
Though even if we won a war
We couldn't handle what's in store
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
