Fluid Language

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

My home

Where I'm from materialism controls the masses
 The pursuit of cash holds the madness together
 The flock migrates to the sadness in all seasons the ignorance flows through these bad lands
Trees of violence lay shade over the blocks
 Tears fall freely like spring rains flowers bloom through the blood stained pavement
 Red rivers flow through my city from the love of green cries muffled through project walls where dreams stall and fall like Autumn leaves just like those people's real colors show in the cold i see through the clouds of their facades looking for the sun in dark souls often found no light In a place where they put profit over people and finance over family i cling to my sanity

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