Trouncing Fields of Dreams
like locusts
swarming innocent crops
in their prime
we likewise slaughter
our fields of dreams
as well as moral pride—
idle consciousness
impervious to the nipping
of the shoots
of chosen buds of youth
trounced
in the fields of our streets.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2017
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