Plain Of Lambs
Out on the plain
Where lambs are slain
By greedy wolves waiting in lie
Coats of money green
Poison banks unseen
Spew blood of light in ruinous streams
Darkening night stealing all dreams
Hollow men in expensive suits and ties
High and mighty words wrapped in packs of lies
Stealing your lives watching you die
Out on the plain
Where lambs are slain
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-06-06 at 00:48
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