Tumbling, tumbling

Tumbling, tumbling
down we go
empire in dissension
the people glancing for some sort of
redemption
the starving children
living under the bridge
clinching the bosom
of a thinning mother
who works part time
in the warm cafe
serving the coffee
and baking the sweets
she only asks for some sort of relief
from the streets
where a fire can warm them
and a bed shall relieve
the pain in her bones
and protection from thieves
they came and stole her prized possession
her home of dignity, protection and love
storm clouds are rolling high above
tumbling, tumbling
down we go
empire in dissension
folks looking for some sort of redemption
the sick and demented
living under the bridge
his mind is broken for all he gives
his soul he sold to a military machine
for weeks he’s craved to be nothing but clean
but the voices haunt him
the war was a crime
It left him empty and scarred inside
where peace once existed
and love led the way
now he fights to survive
day to day
as the empire crumbles
tumbling…tumbling

About JustOrdinary

Hello my name is Rachel…around here I’m best known as Just Ordinary. I created this blog page to share pieces of my life with you, the reader, also to share my projects, and writings. This blog page I have created is a collection of realty and fiction. Not everything I write pertains to me or my life.

Posted on Tuesday, January 17, 2012, in life, Poetry, prose, war, women and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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