DANDELION RAINA Poem by An owl on the moonAge of innocence; age of lies...
Age of innocence; age of lies in bullet-screaming cobalt skies Orchid lips of rasping joys the smiles of six sentient boys Children in red rose pain dancing in the dandelion rain Man with money, smell of power ticking on the cutting hour Takes our breath on streets of cold and in that moment he takes our gold Empires built on brittle bones prices falling on our homes Greed devours the hungry earth strips her of her precious worth A child died in the street last night while others danced in money’s light She died in the dandelion rain Do you feel her pain? Feel her pain Age of innocence; age of lies now we watch as our innocence dies…
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