April A.
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Poem "Gloomy Crowd's Man":
- published September 10, 2009
- viewed 9 times
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Poem "Gloomy Crowd's Man":
- published September 10, 2009
- viewed 9 times
Other poems by April A.:
»Boundless Sea«
»Digits Of Love«
»If«
»Loneliness«
»Pearls To Diamonds«
»Together Apart«
»World Oblivion«
»Gloomy Crowd's Man«
by April A.
He lived his days by someone's rules,
He broke his hands, became the tool.
He played the game with life at stake.
He won. He made a great mistake.
Life is action,
Don't surrender
When the heartlessness decides
Who are fighters and defenders
On the different inner side.
Some beer in front of his laptop.
A dirty room. A part-time job
To make his living for one ass.
You think you'd ever mourn his death?
Life is action,
Don't surrender
When the heartlessness decides
Who are fighters and defenders
On the different inner side.
And who's the next? It may be you,
A gloomy "yes, Sir" crowd's man!
My song is harsh, but hey, it's true.
You can't agree – the conscious can.
He broke his hands, became the tool.
He played the game with life at stake.
He won. He made a great mistake.
Life is action,
Don't surrender
When the heartlessness decides
Who are fighters and defenders
On the different inner side.
Some beer in front of his laptop.
A dirty room. A part-time job
To make his living for one ass.
You think you'd ever mourn his death?
Life is action,
Don't surrender
When the heartlessness decides
Who are fighters and defenders
On the different inner side.
And who's the next? It may be you,
A gloomy "yes, Sir" crowd's man!
My song is harsh, but hey, it's true.
You can't agree – the conscious can.
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