After 10 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After 10



After 10

Unlike past, on this land
Devil wakes, after ten.

Pumps limits is ten and
Rest closed, or ask cash
Or advance…no trust…

The poor and hungry
go to work and in rush
underpaid, exploit…

What a world!

Leave fun life of the King
Walk around Brampton…

Thursday, October 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: creepy
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