Jul 2017
By Arcassin Burnham
Have you ever met a young mellow kid
That goes with the flow until his dying breath,
Simple minded in a world corrupt and we can't do
Anything about it except accept death,
I know there's more to us.
Greatness grows from the dirt.
The country never seemed so beautiful.
The spirits will guide you home.
There has to be more to us.
Racists and slaughtering.
Some populations so polluted.
The spirits will guide them home.
Real home.
Have you ever met a young mellow kid
That goes with the flow until his dying breath,
Simple minded in a world corrupt and we can't do
Anything about it except accept death,
I know there's more to us.
Greatness grows from the dirt.
The country never seemed so beautiful.
The spirits will guide you home.
There has to be more to us.
Racists and slaughtering.
Some populations so polluted.
The spirits will guide them home.
Real home.
©abpoetry2017
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