Standing frozen silence chosen had no where to stand.. in a silence quiet violence sought a peaceful hand.. all across wastelands of loss behind another’s greed.. someone somewhere so afraid forgot truth and the need..
Lurks behind promised perks that never come around.. feels appeals of cash quick deals bring money by the pound.. Lord free me from those that seem to be for what is told.. a circle jerk.. no gold or perks.. just one more person sold..
Pawns I find that walk behind herds of species wierd.. words of nothing leaving black holes pigs sport fuschia beards .. eternal nothing infernal in timeless urban rot.. in a country setting betting fists of cash they got..
In a small village a downy child runs to the creek.. water for the meals where truth and stories old they speak.. closer ever closer to the innocent and good.. comes the hand called ‘progress’ with a plan none understood..
Peace Tony
©AC.7.7.2016.arr././
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