The unfortunate souls roam, shunned for their weakness

Searching for ever elusive snowflakes

From poppy fields to coca leaves to shattered dreams

Their Masters with every handshake whisper 'you're free'

Cold hearted magnets draw with their power of evil blindness

Calmly showing off their wares, four wheels that cost the earth

Their plastic sweethearts giggle with dollars, not cents nor sense

Portraying sweet candy floss, backed up with sinister iniquitous


The unfortunate souls roam, how did I get in here

Daily questions, answers not wanting to hear

Silent desperation, craving for the handshake

Emotional, thinking of home where they once used to roam

Once proud, now reduced to shivers and avoiding the crowd

Callous magnet inside your head, surely now I'd be better off dead

A tunnel, no light, no will to put up a fight

Will it end when I'm food for worms, will I ever escape this sunless world

Very moving Joe.

Thought provoking poignant words, Joe.

agree with tech... I liked the write ...

well im new here but that was one great piece of art ..thank you for sharing

It says a lot about today, you blew me away. I wasn't expecting that.

Thank you JB for sharing