030211e What Will Happened To Morrow Poem by Manonton Dalan
030211e What Will Happened To Morrow
from top view we are turtles
of varied colors walking slow
to tune of working populace
towards a giant ship berthed
with heart of angry stock metals
releasing to heavy water bucket
armed guards brave colds too
to watch our ascend to a brow
they're on training to real thing
they have more than city police
per hundreds; being paid less
armed better; younger faces
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