No Man
A man that's torn;
no face reflects pride
we are humbled, forlorn.
This land is desolate,
seas of sand hypnotize
your mind
time doesn't stop
but it does not exist
society's entwined in falling behind.
We are designed to rewind.
Going back to what we know
is what we do first.
We thirst for blood
and kill what we love.
A man that's torn;
no face reflects elation
we are humbled, complacent.
Ignorant, intoxicated.
A man that's torn;
is no man at all.
Because
he's torn in half,
and is half as tall.
Copyright © Patrick Farley Iv | Year Posted 2013
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