Spies

Tony36

They sit at windowsillds

Listening to the convention within 

No on notices them

They wear rags for clothes

They are dirty

To must people the are just bums

 

They are more

Yes they are bums

But they are spies

A network

Working together to bring change 

Hoping to better their lot

To overthrow the tyrant 

 

They listen at windowsills 

For information 

Then they report to those in charge 

They are just common people 

Dirty

Wearing rugs

Bums

 

No one suspects 

When they are seen

Outside of buildings 

No one suspects 

Their true nature 

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2017 09:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • WriteBeLight

    Great thought and point of view Tony.

    • Tony36

      Thank you

    • kevin browne

      spot on my friend. keep working, you deserve these compliments.

      • Tony36

        Thank you

      • Christina8

        Great thoughts Tony!

        • Tony36

          Thank you

        • Augustus

          Who would have thought? Cool.

          • Tony36

            Thank



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