trouncing fields of dreams
trouncing fields of dreams
like locusts
swarming innocent crops
in their prime
we likewise slaughter
our fields of dreams
as well as moral pride—
idle consciousness
impervious to the nipping
of the shoots
of chosen buds of youth
trounced
in the fields of our streets.
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Expressed very well!
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Thanks, Poet Wize and love_supreme. Peace and Love, mlowe5
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Riding the gauntlet...the meanness of the streets circa 2021 AD. the onslaught continues. the road to glory, unfazed, for the few.
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Indeed, C2. The syndromed oppressed still doing the oppressors' continued work. Peace and Love.
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