Crowned In Dust
Surrounded by the darkened carnage in this valley...
Everywhere one turns and all they can see are endless
Glimpses reflections of her Babylon gasping for breath why
How be it that you cannot find, a love for all their human kind ?
What is your problem you silver spoon golden scepter worthless
Pieces of dung; littering the world with your blind mind, ignorance.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013