Untitled 8 Poem by Mountain Man
Untitled 8
The day has its passion.
A disease a night in fashion.
An iconic princess walks
along the poverty's lane.A garbled talk, a man unknown.
A screaming sensation rings
inside his mind.
Desperate souls gathered beneath the streets.
Life in shambles but
isn, t it a gamble.
Territories drawn
a game of risk.
Dividing & conquering.
A friendly force rises up
to defend.
Pt.2 later
content in this commodity driven world.
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