Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Ironic Storm

The Ironic Storm 

The echoing halls that were once riddled with people,

People of races, gender and prospects meet
And share a brief meaningless second, a limbo of society.
There stories repelling like a singular pole of a magnet.
Creating a canyon of separation:
A canyon that is unbridgeable.

Today there is no repulsion; there is no opportunity for that,
The society that once rejected each other.
Each share fear of a lady’s name..
There is only one story today.
What will Sandy do next?

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