Beneath the Clowds

Man's selfishness has gone to far...

Beneath the Clowds

Written by: C. Lee Battaglia

Beneath the clowds,

There is the city,

Big with crowds,

Not all are quite that witty,

Don't get cought in the wrong crowds,

I remember when,

There was no such thing as a city,

people lived in dens,

It may seem quite S****

People seem to change

Over time,

There goes a large range,

of how much socity has climbed

But still Man's heart,

has never changed

The piercing dart

to see how far their range,

will chart

Lust for power,

Lust for greed,

Is like a never ending shower,

Sprouted like a seed,

That seems to grow,

more every day,

It shows in a way how much they know,

It is in every way

Wrong

Beneath the clowds,

The people stay,

Trying to find there crowds

But, that is when their hearts sways,

Beneath the clowds

Author's Note

Change and find the right crowd for you...

Reviews

[Jamestown]

This is a terrific write, holding much truth! I posted a piece called the
world's last supper, you may enjoy! Thanks for sharing your amazing poetry and b-blessed!

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you James... It means a lot to me...

[Jamestown]

Your welcome and keep up the good work!