Wednesday, January 11, 2012


Can you feel the view that life portrays?
crowded streets littered by everyday noise
tattered concrete blocks stained by the rituals of poise
The sarcastic notion that we designed this maze

A jungle built on the deterioration of dreams
   as mother nature is divided like cake
   in a scheme devised to enrich its slaves
Because the rich and poor are on opposite teams

Dingy signs all clad in rules on every block
   clattered amongst the falling souls who beg for food
   cement beds await the hearts of black and blue
Societies fallen virtues we have forgot

Enraged disgust to see how little people care
   in a nation over-populated and under-resourced
   by a revolution whose values have driven us of course
Defended by the ignorant who wood sell you air

A battle of hope can not be fought as one
   experience the chance of opening your eyes
   and adore your seat on this one-time ride
That is sadly taken advantage by some

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell

1 comment:

  1. It is never a good time when virtues are let to fall like that.