Reddened leaves
hang there
their path is set
lifeless and yet
they still hold on
like no tomorrrow
Foot soldiers
in the footnotes
over your head
under your nose
and the rolling hills
go on and on
Steak your claims
to lord and land
to rock and stone
to soot and sand
a better man
there couldn't be
for such a job
Sharpen that resolve
rusting on the shelf
sentence him to death...
But swing the axe yourself
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The first stanza could be better, the 2nd flows better and the third is the best. The end is good, I like it because it makes sense and makes you think. Good job
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