The papery walls have crumbled
Bit by bit what shook has tumbled
Heaps of stone have pelted down
Home has become a wrteched town
Riots stopped but so has life
Silence reigns scuffle and strife
Paint has peeled to show ugliness
Neighbours can now hidden witness
Children that cried have hushed up now
Shooed into fear where there was row
Struck by absence of the battling voices
They have created their own angry noises
Not long before the ruin is complete
In a town none notices scatter of concrete
Brilliant!
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:O 🙂
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beautiful poetry: great form and sentiment
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🙂 thank you for seeing that in it. Best
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you are kindly welcome:) cheers!
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Great poem.
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