Summer Stroll
I'm walking down sunburnt asphalt roads;
Shoe soles too thin, my feet are burning.
Grey clouds in the horizon forebodes
The fall of rain that I am yearning...
... As the clock keeps turning.
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misgivings
I've noticed a trend of things unjust,
Propaganda to make us adjust.
Each one brings me a feel of disgust
And yet none of this can be discussed.
A society that fell to lust,
Men are spoon-fed helpings of distrust
As women's worth crumble to dust:
Mettle of relations turned to rust.
Parenthood sidelined, now not a must,
Yet children used and abused in trust.
A storm is coming, now just a gust—
And I hope I'm around to see it all bust.
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maybe it's time to move on from this thread