Currency
My blood is everywhere
It’s on the clouds
It falls off your rainbows
into your pots of gold
dries on your money.
I often wonder
how you will explain me.
How you live with the stain.
How you pay with that currency.
My blood is everywhere
It’s on the clouds
It falls off your rainbows
into your pots of gold
dries on your money.
I often wonder
how you will explain me.
How you live with the stain.
How you pay with that currency.
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holy moley, LOVE LOVE LOVE this one!
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Quite remarkable and thought provoking. I wonder how they do it too.
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This poem brings a whole new meaning to the term “Blood Money”…… As always,
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