The cobbled streets
Where children played
Goodies v baddies
Where kings were slain
The terraced rows
Of worn brick homes
Swirling smoke
From chimneys rose.
Digging in dirt
Sticks and stones
Imagination wild
Pirate ships of old
A sea of grass
In fields closeby
A daily routine
To childs eye.
The bulldozers came
A wrecking crew
Dust and rubble
Was left to view
Community severed
Left far and wide
Now in memory
Thoughts to slide.
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What is a king to you?
in life there are more kings than crowns, in reference to the poem, the kings are part of the games the children play ie knights pirates kings, etc. All my life i have never been able to comprehend a monarchy living in splendour paid for by the poor and suffering. it makes me want to vomit
I understand… there has to be always alternatives, what do you think?
people ruling brings me back to Orwells " we are all equal, some more equal than others, there must be a better way surely
Well obviously we are all equal in terms of what we need to survive, I feel like we differentiate when it comes to skill and knowledge.
As a barber I’m ok with getting paid $40 a haircut and if the barber next to me is providing extra services and is getting paid $50 to me this is good because we both getting paid and I’m being taught.
In America I enjoy the fact that opportunities exists for all who seeks
I am so glad you enjoy it, keep up your progress and good luck with your endeavours
I guess it’s because I come from a place where there is no opportunity
you fought back though, good on you, I have to admit though Ime no fan of American politics as it is now
What’s your favorite state?
I am from the UK , we currently are caught up in far right hate, socialists like myself are looked down upon
Wow, well uh, nvm
The old replaced by the new not always for the better and a destroyer of memorable places. Progress is sad in some ways. Nice write
most kind, thanking you
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