I'm marching on
Comprimises
'Till the dawn
Sun rises
Feel the heat
Beat beating
Hear the feet
Hearts bleeding
Out a song.
I will fight for the right
With words or wounds
Whoever I might meet
I will be his feet.
The grinding and the clanking
And the chanting and the blazing
As the workers' swing swinging
Tools clang to the beat.
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Unfocused Poems - An Anthology
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written in 2017. Each part is a single poem. My writing goal for 2017 was to write at least as many poems over the course of the year as I could, and I surprised myself by writing a total of 81 poems. Hope you enjoy...
