In the storm of things, the dawn of things
Where shadows lay siege
On the brightness of things
And blindness attempts to colonise
The sight of things
To make void of things
Where principles and compromises
Exchange seats and things
And good men pick up arms and things
For a cause and things
To defend, define, protect and things
The status quo and things
Remember not to lose sight of things
To know what they stand for and things
To be left with value, after the storm and things
And things
And things
And things
interesting, I kind of like your repetition of words and things (smiles)
ReplyDeleteI don't think you have quite pulled it off, but it's an interesting and thought provoking poem - thank you!
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