the night was soft admittance

the night was soft admittance
a few words on the way
to the operation theatre

scalpels were suddenly held at bay
teenagers crowding the fountain
were told to go home

a flock of sedimentary birds
fled through the clockwork
where time still was held for ransom

see not the desperation
wolfs kill for
see the unicorn

hear not the false whisper
of dark men in charge
heed the call of instantaneity

the dead were still dead
begging for an instant mercy
man is such a sore patient

call me not to the emptiness
of political eggshells
nor to the congregation of mice

I still meet the beggars every day
I still see what you have done
be gone I whish




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-09-16 at 00:06

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This is a very powerful statement.
2014-09-16