Work-in-progress

I have not always been good at fitting what I write into structures; but nevertheless this is one attempt at it. As you can see, it is still quite messed up and random.

Untitled (of course I have a title already, I just am not going to give it to you yet!)

Lying by the road with whom shall we plead
When we are discarded out of their sight
And back into Nature’s womb we slowly bleed

As the cars drive by the unspoken creed
We the people cradled by the blight
Lying by the road with whom shall we plead

Squirmed and wormed the infirm and breed
tight
And back into Nature’s womb we slowly bleed

The crowds in motion unforgivingly brief
Yet who should we plead with

Like a tattered tapestry in a fight
That which they spew out in we breathe

Sure and stedfast our unspoken beliefs
The ministry for the homeless or
Yet who should we plead with
Do you want to be safe?

With whom shall we the disregarded plead
When we are projected out of sight and mind
And into Mother Nature’s womb back we bleed

Going back into the abyss we the untouchables
Sure and stedfast our unspoken beliefs
Clinging on that silvery web of hope

Disenfranchised seems to be
The word on everybody’s lips
Yet with who shall we the disregarded plead

A bricolage of modern art
We walk the creed yet you would not feed
That which they spew out in we eat

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