On the street where cars are playing and feet step the ground And voices surround you in a melodic sound Where skies are so muddy but in the night they glow The most beautiful sunset that you could ever know Clouds of pollution, colored both pink and red Makes everything pretty, leaves it all dead At the dance where penguins frolic, bow tie and all And golden invitations to the debutante ball Where women are wrapped in extravagant bows The most beautiful people that you could ever know Clouds of oppression, dressed in black and white Makes everything pretty, then transforms in the night Uniformic soldiers dressed in awards Always on top, ahead in the scores Where bombs wreck havoc, onward they go The most beautiful display that you could ever know Clouds of destruction, flaming flesh of man Makes everything pretty, then melts into land
Reason for writing:
Hmm...just finished reading Brave New World and some
existentialism....fun fun fun!!!
I actually like this poem, so if you would...
ii'd appreciate some criticism..thanks
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