Mad Are the Flies

Millions of people
Sitting in silence
Forcing their habits
Nicest to the vilest
For money rules all
The beautiful girl
Has stay awhile eyes
And a moonlit twirl
The problem of war
May roll like a stone
But clowns still laugh
And wolves sit alone
But I will keep moving
In a dance for ecstasy
Until mad are the flies
That are covering me




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-26 at 14:58

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Every line is a poem. Beautiful!
Ashe
2017-04-27


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Great work.
Ken
2017-04-26


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Great poem—

The beautiful girl
Has stay awhile eyes

is really nice.
2017-04-26