Concrete Doors Poem by Timmy Curran
Concrete Doors
Concrete to grass
Land to sea
A jungle is a jungle
At least to me
Stars to lights
Fresh to smog
The sky is always blue
in one and all
Pure to corrupt
Black to white
People are people
no need to fight
Parcel to country
Rich to poor
death and hope
are the only doors
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous
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