How is it that words can now be broken...
Thoughts and minds can now be stolen.
Secrets are open.
Every one's chosen....
Why is it that,
Things meant meant good, are now used for bad?,
Shots and red spots
Now the "got" means not lot.
What is the name of a being of no shame?,
We are "forced" to irrelevant for gang games.
When are we free like both waves and the breeze?,
...To live and give,
without the lip of a person with twisted fibs
Where in this time,
do we start feeling as beings of dreams, love, and apparently despair?
Someone please answer me, if it's as I believe fair,
these very few questions
What
How
When
Why
and
Where
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Author:
Descreat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2017 21:58
- Comment from author about the poem: With all the unanswered questions in our small yet large specs of time, for most, these questions should at least be defined.
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Please spread me around. A younger audience is appreciated.
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