The Town of no tomorrow

In the town of no tomorrow
In the land of neverwas
On the bleak river Langbrooque
The stinking chimneys of industry
Spewing there foul, reeking, chemical laden waste
Across the town,upon the wind, the childs face
The barren lands, the workers graves
The last bus leaves the gates of Hell
In a thousand years,..Hurry, ..Hurry,..there’s not much time
The clock is ticking,.. the sands run out
The road to Hell,is travelled well by the forgotten people
In this Town,. that do dwell
The glassy stare from still dead eyes, that mock the living, the good despise
The drunken revellers, reeling, spinning in their hellish jigs
They terrorise the sleeping town,rage at life and the human race
Yet even in this grotesque Hell,other prosper, some do well
The one or two that God has chosen
To rise above the ugly mass, to claw and fight and leave the pit
To live in harmony,and proud of it…

W.J.K.

The Town of no tomorrow

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Joined January 2008

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