Street

Walking down a broken street
In the company of rotten trees

A strange smell circles the Town
Telling tales of men with frowns

Lurking in the shadows of paths
Fear hides behind the loudest laughs

The buildings are carrying numerous scars
Destruction i have found what's so far

Smiles are crying and flowers are dying
Truth is lost in the world of lying

This poem is about: 
Our world

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