These words are hollow and not right,
To describe such an inescapable sight -
The anormous distances, to pass through,
Approaching flashpoint, to overcome and renew.
The atrocities of the modern age come true,
From night to day ancient evil is arising, I knew,
About safe zones where darkness is flocking,
In back streets the shadow is vowing, then stalking.
And so distances once so huge,
Now are so small for a stooge,
Driven by the ruthless hand,
Ended up in sunless dead end.
Foresight
© Copyright: Дмитрий Гробов, 2016
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