Optimum Turpitude
That night, under the stars
Whispers of Gotham
Under the wide open sky
Don't bring trouble to the innocent
As the bombs keep falling
Our world burns
Our dreams lie under the rubble
They have violated sovereignty
Why trouble the innocent?
Written: January 14, 2023
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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