the outskirts

by dogma 2000 - Aquarius

on the fringes
it stinks of drones
who rest their hearts
in creaky bones
prophets call and poets hear
the meek, they hide, they jest and leer
the land cries out to a drunken ear
and in the wings the grand pigs cheer
the few, the proud, the brave, the free,
a country steeped in misery
the grass, the clouds, and wanderers we
a beauty scorned from sea to sea
on the fringes
it stinks of drones 
who rest their hearts 
in creaky bones

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2000-05-09 02:23:51
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:11
Poem ID: 55958

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