Diversity
There must be someone else
In here.
It seems to be
Too silent.
I must confess
That i don`t know a thing
don`t need a thing
let us produce
a single sound
of something true
let us pretend
we are soaring.
This never-ending story
is full of lie.
i wish i`d see the morning.
Then night
would still me as a
child.
Your little soldiers
made from mud and meat
we think we owe someone, misprised
Pursuing arbitrary needs
On bended knees
diversity
© Copyright: Сергей Седаков, 2013
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