Walking down the Boulevard, <br />making reality fiction, <br />watching living pictures <br />of tragic lyrics, enabled <br />by ruthless cowards... <br /> <br />I wait at the bus line, <br />wondering in these <br />sad times, why does <br />this cancer of despair, <br />thrive in our air... <br /> <br />Thousands upon thousands, <br />waning their existence, <br />looking for a piece <br />of the fabulous life, <br />yes, fame at what price... <br /> <br />Hearts without feelings, <br />our economy is reeling from <br />drugs, alcohol and murder, <br />corruption's game name your prize, <br />brute force empty sea of lies... <br /> <br />Spurious, I'll look for a <br />'Glimmer of Hope', as I'm <br />choked by the tears, that <br />stream in the <br />'Era of Bling', <br />let the 'Truth Be Told', <br />as 'Humanity' sells its soul...<br /><br />Singleton M. Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-be-told-14/
