Written by: Gerald Webb

Stymied at the cross roads
choices left to be made,
past succumbed to rot and erode
stifled by a loss in trade.
A trickle left in amble
as climates seem to change,
movements toward a scramble
a time to evolve and interchange.

Sins of others selling soul
scurry power to a slower pace
slum-dogs roam out of control
to fill the vacuum and the space.

A slain shroud of refined mystery
confined pages of a mono history!