this noisy crowd
this noisy crowdthis noisy crowd
-- I soon shall leave
no one will note
my absence
raptor's
shadow hides
my
retreat
to quiet
place
I listened to their
rhetoric
burned my ears
in -- disbelief
members of living making
-- world worse
a -- full time job
with never a day off
not resting from
their
ken of duty
their folly of thought
anguish for most
under iron heal
walking blind
running sightless
staying up late
making plans
building bombs
they -- the sleepless
count gilded coins
calling them good
cajoling each other
to agree
the madness
this noisy crowd.
vcp
23 January 2016
Poetry by Victor
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