Call To Arms #2
Wild children of all ages rule the night
These are the children of night.
The children of light.
It’s easy to be bedsitter folk.
Idling their time away
Not a night in their day.
I call all night-folk that see the sun.
All sinners who know no sin.
All killers who do not know what it means to kill.
All sex addicts who only want love.
This poem is about:
My community
Our world