The OthersA Poem by V-C-LThis is your typical "Us & Them" poem.
They are
But staggering wreckage Dwellers of the open world As kneeling subjects, To its sporadic cruelty We are But a shape-shifting spectacle Come to bloom for the eyes of our own Garbed in excess And slathered, in its bright, beaming mayhem They are But wandering misery Tried by winds of contempt And sheets of falling disdain We are But the weary privileged Rotund And marred with quiet apathy They are But the tired many Huddled Beneath a worn and tattered illusion © 2013 V-C-LAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorV-C-LSan Diego , CAAboutHey everyone im kind of new to this so go easy on me. My name is William i also go by the alias V-C-L (Dont ask). I started this account to spread my message of love and unity. This world is full of s.. more..Writing
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