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“I hope you can read this†The overpass said with a smile of smeared paint. Fire engine red shielding crude prefixes, in artistic sprays of that gutter life. Territory marked, here in the grinder. “Hustle until I die†The derelict corner store spat as people walked by. A smog of black and gray, proclamations of the Lions and Tigers, hapless become meat, here in the grinder. “Keep out†The collapsed elementary whispered to the children. Orange hue of rotten bricks or bread, trapped in false ambition of knowledge gained, just lies from the Lord of Flies, here in the grinder. |
The feeling of being trapped in a situation that is beyond your control is very strong in this poem. I like the way the grinder takes on a life of it's own in the form of any major city or even small town in this world. The honesty of a harsh reality that can take over when a person blindly follows others for their own success and security was also strong for me. | Posted on 2016-09-23 00:00:00 | by colopoao | [ Reply to This ] | |