People of This Town
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

The people say that it is over now
The people in my town
The people pray that it is over now
And them people walk around

They dig their graves, just incase
They walk with fear, engraved in their face
They walk the way, paved by disgrace
They live alone, betrayed and in craze

The people hope that it's all over now
The people in this town
The people all go home lonely now
And them people walk around

They wail when isolated in their homes
They cannot save themselves, they cannot attone!
All that's left in his coffin is bones, now
Still the people of this town go, down

In missery