Mean Peaple Poem by david gerardino

Mean Peaple

Rating: 5.0


silent and empty,
delicate, used.
savages with their
deadlines, and a
fullmoon in view.

silent and deadly,
love being used,
their hatred stains
the world, and our
blood, nothing more
then red paint.

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