By Arcassin Burnham
Anti-Social holding up the middle finger to a crowd of people that will shit on everything and your dreams like they intended while being neutral and waiting to cut the ribbon knowing that it ain't safe,
anyone's opinion will get erased,
time is standing still but can not replace,
and even we all one race , life is race,
To find beauty out there in this world leading a community to learn to be free almost like a utopia for the homeless and all of the above,
Leaving those that take greed and lies seriously and abandon their beliefs ignoring the word and the scriptures,
Bet you look stupid , take a picture,
Theres not much to say,
in this crooked place,
yeah this world is bad,
while heaven flying pass,
Theres not much to say,
in this crooked place,
yeah this world is bad,
while heaven flying pass.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 5th, 2017 10:02
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/04/beauty-out-there.html
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 19
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