11/14/2017
Covers
Divided Continuously. Like a Road that Forks East and West. Strangely this Area is a Crossroads. Mentally and Physically. It's as if Nothing is Right and what is Right is Now Dead. Death as to the Past, as it is, History... History Rewritten is Always a Answer for the Modern Times, to Re-educate the Young Minds. The Press Loves to Welcome the Modern Times No Matter the Crime. The Mob... Not the Criminals of a Modern Major City in Their Times, but the Mob as in Disorderly Masses, Lower Classes and the Swarm Deliverers that just Feed on Life and Welcomes Death and Rewriting History into Books for the Youths Minds. Covers... The Covers of Divided Roads and Welcomes Crossroads. Continuously the Covers Welcome Crime and a New Book of Lies, Swarm to Deliverers, Swarm to Disorder and Hands Up, to the Swarms that Promise No More Crimes. Education by Choice and a Chance to Educate Young Minds to Cross Roads without Crime. The Cards have Fallen as They May, My Young Children of this Time...
M.J.S.
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Author:
MJS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2017 23:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A Writing on Truth in Modern America.
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