Topple Down Yonge Street

Falling are the pillars of Toronto
Tears in the eye of the beaver
Where the colour of green once glistened
Fingers burnt
A line of chalk
Where money once layed
Dark is the city around me
Engulfed by the blaze of our ideals
And the boys in red and white
Shrug their shoulders in shame

Reviews

[Mary C]

nicely done

[Boldpen]

What A soul Thriving piece!
Well done! It was nicely written and beautifully created.
Yes, the world needs to understand it's own importance now. You really make us pace towards that way.
Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Whole world is falling apart. Liars still telling us we are Ok. I like the many strong and true statements in the poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Nice write.~"Engulfed by the blaze of our ideals".

[Groovy]

strong sense of deep feeling in your well written piece.

[TawnyBlueStar]

really like this
'Where the colour of green once glistened'
love this line