Crowded rooms filled with lonely lives
fancy talk in perfumed air
rich men laugh poor men cry
someone sings a lullaby.
Too much food too much wine
starving children left behind
all those plans gone to waste
someone sings a lullaby.
Shake my hand and say goodbye
let your eyes search the sky
thoughts return into your head
someone sings a lullaby.
Crowded rooms filled with lonely lives
the vacant stare of men apart
nobody near to wipe a tear
someone sings a lullaby.
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b g. I like this. You don't force the rhymes and distort the meaning. I think the poem would be sronger without that too-abstract and mildly cliched line crowded rooms…. If you'd like, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Let me know how you like it. Yrs, JC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True that greed is a curse. Thanks.