the urge , the need
to sew the seed
industrial valley's we breed
recline , decline from thought
land is bought , sort after
laughter rings sings a wicked song
write wrongs
the spoken word too seldom heard
the dark stark naked truth
ruthless facts weight intact
we dont react till pennies drop
we cease to shop
shoplift the earth
recessions birth
hurt , we revert to older way's
the good old days
acknowledge signs
of broken glass and fractured minds
slow down this train
we must refrain...
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Nice writing Kayden! I'm digging this, get the rest of your stuff down on here, I know you got more. You powering up for your trip? Sounds intrepid!! Green with envy! I'll be in the South next year March, probably mostly Eastern Cape to see the family- been 3 years already. Get Jado and pull down to the Gran's for the weekend. Later Lukas.
ReplyDeletegood work man
ReplyDeletekeep on being real
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