Storm of the falling
economy..
Written within those hearts of poets..
Running credit
touching only those
everyday…
As those whom
live
within their
golden spoon..
It’s just another day…
Harming the innocent
whom are living
an waking day to day..
Shattering the chance
of their dreaming..
Leaving no room
for fun loving play..
Only a thought
from a broken man
trapped
as a childlike soul
now wandering a world
in a fun loving
stroll…
The poetic economy
must fall..
Nicely done
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