Walking Home Alone

hurricane, screaming pain,
bodies truth, sold out youth;
earth burning, a new page turning,
wont shut their eyes, wont buy the lies.

midnite to dawn, something's going on.
men with guns decide who's right or wrong.
the weak are just the victims of the strong.
too many strangers walking home alone....

despair wearing faces, human traces,
houses empty, homeless cities.
suicides, lonliness hides,
no connection, no direction.

midnite to dawn, something's going on.
men with guns decide who's right or wrong.
the weak are just the victims of the strong....
too many strangers walking home alone....

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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