Comments about King Noone
The Grey sky cries, shedding tears of rain.
The Factories spew the molten metal into the air.
I shiver, from the cold and the fog.
I walk to the factory where I complete the mundane task of hitting the hammer against the sheets of aluminum that pass on the belt.
I see the beggars, the homeless, the starving, the sick, the weak, and the dead.
drowning in the relentless torrents of misery and misfortune.
The sun shines not, stolen from the sky.
I attempt (unsuccessfully) to heal the thousand festering cuts that criss-cross my hands.
My hands have not tried to ...