Street Is Cold
Burnt and dry
in crimson red and foggy smoke
children of perdition littered in it
Let every mother warn her child.
The street is strict.
Death has found their children.
on a lonely roadside,
wilting in rotten dirt
Peace is in exile.
a journey of havoc and chaos
Wails is a daytime melody.
a song sung by only the strong
for the weak have no appetite for it
He who knows the beginning knows not the end.
He who sees the end remembers not the beginning.
the street is frozen
in silent scenes and broken dreams
Leaking_Penn
Copyright © Segun Banji | Year Posted 2023
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