Words can hurt as violently
As fists and knives and guns
When warrior-poets wield accurately
Their vitriol-fuelled puns
And argument hewn melodies
Sung by drunken indie bands
Become anthems for angst ridden students
Marching through the tax heavy lands
©cih17, 22:48, 06.08.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.