The streets There are stalls on the streets, stalls and walls on the streets, men arguing with each other for fundamental truths that cover the world in blood. There are the lost on the streets, the lost that cost on the streets the nation dearly with unexploded bombs of truths that are not truths at all but the dismantling of peace. There is hate on the streets, weeds grow on the streets walk in arguments, covered faces cover the words in awful grace. There is poison on the streets poison moistens the streets with the red of spilled blood leaking from the decapitated bodies of disagreement in hotter countries and climates. There are children in the streets, their bodies covered in sheets on the streets around asphyxiating dust of rubble, and busy flies land on them not shy for their next meal.
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 10:28:56 +0000
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