Do you ever hear that music? That wonderful music that glides and dashes over your ears when you least expect it? There’s a symphony in town. Be ready to hear it. Enjoy the poem, friends.
The Towers
Twin towers
protrude from the mold.
Their rust
and incontinence
lead men astray.
Hope to change
a world they can’t control.
Like a spectre,
their deeds are lost.
The sire sits upon that twin throne
begging to be pushed.
Their will be done,
into the pit you go.
Read that book about the lost,
find your things that you have lost.
Find yourself now to be lost.
They sit upon the liar’s throne
knowing but abandon,
no one to reprimand them.
Poems by Sam 