WISDOM of a broken ladder,
tangled knots by your own
bloody hands, dead comedians
put on another mask, then throw
it into the fake fire, ..
ghost towns nibbling on the past
, clowns spitting fire, peaple run
into the past, then jump into
the cold flames, of yesterday.
take your war some where eles,
take your guns some where eles,
take your bombs some where eles,
take your hate some where eles,
you heard me, leave, leave, leave.
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Excellent Poem David and great message. Take your war somewhere else. This is so true. Take care.