Rap Poem by Stefan Splawinski

Rap



sound of a far away rhythm
humankind reverts to form
echo of a distant tribalism
contrary to the usual norm

we of the virtual existence
warriors of the dark arts
dispossessed of relevance
slave to many false starts

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