shout out loud
into the heavens
from whence we came,
those who brought us here
gone forever...
peer into the light
for it is now darkness and
crime waits for
you to arrive patently,
a dawn of three wolves
waiting to be seen,
heard and tasted,
an artistic muse of sorts
beckoning
in one's thoughts...
in one's soul...
in one's heart...
even the heartless, who's
drawers remain open,
purse strings closed
to the orphaned,
those who would be somebody
but are not and never will,
the curse of the advantaged
not to see despair
in a land full of inequalities
save the one who has
or will come for us all.
November 7, 2025
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