The little brothers of the poor

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Injustice dressed as day

Revenge is for the patient

Trepidation’s fruition

Music inspires

Banded together by misfortune

United by innate shame

Pride’s stride across the river Seine

Broken glass for fireworks

Letting them hit first

Taste of blood,

Red as finite love

Loosening the grip

Losing it all

Shadows in the middle of neon lights scurry

Steps that run away match the ambiance of the street noise

Passing guilt washes sleep over the shore of deviance

Loveless and lost

hungry and cold

lonely and bitter

Asleep with both eyes closed and one hand under a pillow

Looming clouds

Dry of rain

Even the day inspires evil

And the night …permits heartbreak

Allowing mistake after misstep