Swarms - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Swarms

Swarms of zealous
Dark figures fan out
Across the city,
There’s a mission
To be accomplished here,
Must protect all that
Is sacred, rid our
Shores of this horrid
Menace, return back
To the days when we
Only turned on
Each other.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer