Divided We Fall {An original poem}
Divided We Fall
’Tis a luxury to care
About the grease that coats our hair:
We can’t consort until we’re clean;
We would expire if we were seen.
’Tis a luxury to choose
The nourishment we will refuse:
Is it raw and does is it bleed?
Royalty all: we deign to feed.
The destitute lack e’er a choice:
Forget hygiene, they have no voice!
They wander cold and stand alone
As if their hearts were hewn from stone.
Magic green, our weighty care:
The great divider floats on air.
Nice; I'm hooked on you! :-D
Cg
Glad you like it. It took me 3 days to create the last two lines, I was glad to see the back of that one!