Towns In Hell

Well I walked outside on the earth that remains

And let the greedy crows pick at my brain

With forgiveness and gratitude for their primitive ways

And with a thought lingering on the break of day

My mind chose to run and hide far away

Where the crows wouldn't linger

And the sun wouldn't burn

And the thoughts I'd had

Be banished without return

Torches in the distance

Church's ringing bell

Persuasion hasn't phased me

Towns of little lives in Hell.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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