Grey Skies

From SiteIPLTeenPoetryWiki

Sinking deep
Into this filth we’ve made
You can try to clean it up
But it’s already too late

Already growing
And multiplying
Are the delusions of health
From the plague bearers themselves.

Take this hair brush
To clear it all up
While they continue to dump
All this muck and sh**

The grass is greener on the other side
Which isn’t saying a lot:
It’s black,
Covered in the soot of this land.


The Vagabond 17:08, 7 February 2007 (EST)