Construction
"construction"
every now and then the city
inside me burns and
lights up the night.
as they tear down
this city
with their cruelty
and inability to
love,
they destroy
every heart they
create and hide it all inside
secrets, lies and proclamations
of independent souls.
they wake up planning
every murder in every minute
of the day.
but…
no one will cry for the cold
hearted when they leave this
world.
when they pass me over to another,
they make their life easier and
expose every hole they use to
control the average man.
By: Chicano Eddie
8.1.18
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2019
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