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( votes)Parade of Naught
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
One by one
parade of naught
marching sightless
mindless herd
Packed in tightly
gripped with fear
none break ranks
permission sought
On and on
parade of naught
silenced voices
empty streets
Muffled mouths
fingers sheathed
hollow eyes
repeat defeat
Anne G
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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