Walkabout

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..