DestituteA Poem by Brian Csati
A key broken in several places,
Naked faces in a bed-ridden location. Passion lifeless, Soundless seclusion, The key which was controlled constitution. A world embodied in a minority state, Taking away from man-driven hate. Retribution endless, Meaningless manipulation, Our world, a puppet civilization.
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6 Reviews Added on September 23, 2015 Last Updated on September 23, 2015 AuthorBrian CsatiPort Coquitlam, CanadaAboutLives in British Columbia, Canada and has work published by the Poetry Institute of Canada. more..Writing
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