Destroyed by the prospects
of what you want
everything turning to dust
People turning into statues
ready to be put
where you want them to go
You are the vultures of death
waiting for the faces of the future
so you can destroy
the souls underneath
We are shedding our skins
like a snake in the wild
hoping our new self will survive
We are ready for a new beginning
Hoping our new self will survive. Nice poem expressing hope. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They talk of a new begining but in reality they only want your money in taxes. Good poem Dave.