Friday night two step

The tides of change with all the signs of the deranged shows our city the fate that accompanies the burden of wearing a mask

Just ask the nightly chameleons the reason for such a drastic change in task

From group to group they run; it is not their wish to be one of the last

From loud speakers they blast “Witness the end of all innocence and bring out the last cask!”

Reviews

[Peacegal]

Very good poem, I like your words:)

[Lola_Bee]

i like your writing, im not sure what it is but the flow and in depth meaning perhaps