Sunday, March 12, 2017

Untitled Poem Rhyming Exercise

Pry open the souls of men. Their blackened ears,
Their broken pain, their dying lives can not hold the tears.
Their bodies purchased and sold by deviant cashiers
Who seek will gleeful will to break all hope like plundering buccaneers.
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