Two cents
Concealed
One intent
To Steal
Slowly driving
Appeal
Two hands
On Wheel
Intersection
Brakes squeal
Across the world
It feels...
It feels as if everything is in its rightful place
And then...
Earth shakes
We feel
Street signs down
No stop
Yield
Poverty creates
A forcefield
Arms are open
No roit
Shield
In the night
We fight
Scream
In the day
We plant
Dream
In the end we stand firm
All the while we should learn
That one day it may be our turn
My two cents used
What have you learned.....
