for the farmers
The soft, barn red
bricks took away your childhood;
thus giving you a manhood.
Passerbyers rush with business
through the concrete paved
flowing streets.
Once in a while, they pass you
in their slick, metallic paint-coated
auto-mobiles.
Still, you will continue to grow
no matter how fast people
build their cities.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
for the farmers
The soft, barn red
bricks took away your childhood;
thus giving you a manhood.
Passerbyers rush with business
through the concrete paved
flowing streets.
Once in a while, they pass you
in their slick, metallic paint-coated
auto-mobiles.
Still, you will continue to grow
no matter how fast people
build their cities.
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