Worlds
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

I've been to many places
I've seen so many faces
Pleading for relocations
Places feeding on population

I've seen so many races
I've said so many phrases
All part of negotiation
Never far from replication

And I've seen!
So many grounds so green
Buildings worn away
Rinsed and left in grey

There have been!
So many fires in my head
All the fire straights I've walked
Since the day that I first talked

The roads, I'll walk along
Till I'm dead
Until I'm gone . . .