I watch the people walk to the bridge everyday
their morose march to earn a crust of bread
all eyes are staring fixed to the pavement
as they trundle, a procession of living dead
All heading into the jaws of corporation madness
dragging their feet, with heels that scrape leather tears of sadness
their grey columns march to towers of control and deviant deeds
all for this monstrous city, where all broken hearts do bleed
By each others side of the green river of envy
they dump their souls into the black dump skips
he nods with his camera filtrating laced eyes
for the good and kind ,they do dispose and despise
They want you to adhere to all their sick commands
with all their protuberant spores of hate, lies and no mercy
come children of eve, they call with chimes hateful and evil
for their want is for you to never be clever and know the fallen
Yet here one sits by the green river, watching the happening
in tears of silver and sad despondency that I do smell
for I have my wings of glorious majesty
as I was made in heaven to fight in hell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
I watch the people walk to the bridge everyday
their morose march to earn a crust of bread
all eyes are staring fixed to the pavement
as they trundle, a procession of living dead
All heading into the jaws of corporation madness
dragging their feet, with heels that scrape leather tears of sadness
their grey columns march to towers of control and deviant deeds
all for this monstrous city, where all broken hearts do bleed
By each others side of the green river of envy
they dump their souls into the black dump skips
he nods with his camera filtrating laced eyes
for the good and kind ,they do dispose and despise
They want you to adhere to all their sick commands
with all their protuberant spores of hate, lies and no mercy
come children of eve, they call with chimes hateful and evil
for their want is for you to never be clever and know the fallen
Yet here one sits by the green river, watching the happening
in tears of silver and sad despondency that I do smell
for I have my wings of glorious majesty
as I was made in heaven to fight in hell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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