repetitiously and still in vane

repetitiously and still in vane
dogs congregate where men
reside in small numbers
where one never can be two

dereliction is a wart a blemish
on the pale skin of decency
black men toil i mines just to see
minerals in the hands of others

in the desert there is a sandy song
mounting far away from where
tourists roam history and loss
it is a song about origin




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Written on 2016-11-05 at 14:26

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
All great truths of life. I enjoyed reading this.
Ashe
2016-11-05