Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

City Limits

passing the city limits you can see how 
others (the poor) live and die; their scrabbling 
for rotten turnip, disturbs the fresh earth,  their smell 
pervades the air: passing the city limits brings home 
the effect of the third great war; disease,autocracy, poverty
and greed of course  ( never off limits). there are no wateralls
there, only sandpits with voracious weeds, planted there by 
unknowing small birds and other creatures, keen to stake their 
claim: but if they had language wouldn’t they shout in keen discourse
”Up with the new order!” or “Down with the new!”… that’s supposing 
they had a larynx or two?







Peter Lewis Holmes 2/8/15 for contest... Limits

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Robert Lindley August 4, 2015 at 11:00 PM A very thought provoking and deep poem my friend! A7 Birds aren't asking but many people already are here in America..