Modern crisis.A Poem by nigrum homonculusstraight out of writers block. bit shite and i don't think i conveyed the message properly. political poetry is very very new to me.The crisis of today, the thought of tomorrow. The generation of today, live a future in sorrow. Working to the bone towards a tasteless success. Achieving a diploma, in stagnant progress. What has happened to this world? Bring forth our
investments. Bring forth the seed we planted, not the farmers resentment. I questions the morals, have we really thought this through? Or do THEY not give a damn about me and you. Do THEY echo lies in the hallowed halls of truth? Do THEY make it rain on a house with no roof? Do THEY feed gasoline, to an ever growing flame? Or are THEY a crutch, an excuse for us to blame. © 2012 nigrum homonculusAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on July 17, 2012 Last Updated on July 19, 2012 Authornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more.. |

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