Urban Decay

Urban Decay

A Poem by Broken Hero

Was is to become of us.


Thriving standing tall
one idea, 100 pissed off peple strong

Dying, Laying down
one body, 100 followers angry

revolt, busting through
one mass, 100 to a wall

goverment, urban-Decay
one leader, 100 taking the place

its inevitable.

Bodies of the people, standing tall

the dead now living

one purpose, 100 possibilites.

© 2011 Broken Hero

Author's Note

Broken Hero
fuck speeling, because when the world is broken it wont matter

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Added on June 9, 2011
Last Updated on June 9, 2011


Broken Hero
Broken Hero

lowell, MA

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