Bastards of Bastions
Orphaned are those,
Barely sitting in their nodded stupors.
Drifting back and forth through wishes.
With compositions of conditions,
That keep them weak.
In minds defined by a life lived,
On inner city streets.
These are bastards of bastions...
Raised to be defeated.
No one to encourage,
Made efforts to keep.
These are bastards of bastions...
Raised to be defeated.
No one to encourage,
Made efforts to keep.
So they,
Find uselessness as no crime!
As a pity rips them.
And this pity grips them.
As they validate a nonsense lived.
As a pity rips them.
And this pity grips them.
As they validate a nonsense lived.
So they,
Find uselessness as no crime!
As a pity rips them.
And this pity grips them.
As a pity rips them.
And this pity grips them.
Orphaned are those,
Barely sitting in their nodded stupors.
Drifting back and forth through wishes.
With compositions of conditions,
That keep them weak.
In minds defined by a life lived,
On inner city streets.
As a pity rips them.
And this pity grips them.
As they validate a nonsense lived.
Bastards of bastions!
As a pity rips them.
And this pity grips them.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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