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Existential poem about the worst place in the developed world: West Footscray, a suburb of Melbourne.


Submitted:Dec 28, 2010    Reads: 31    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


None may leave this awful place
A place where none know hope,
Where no-one dares to dream or strive
And most just barely cope.
For terror rules this dreary land
A land of shattered dreams,
Where hope has turned to sad dismay
A land of sobbing screams.
None may leave this awful place
Well ... none may leave alive,
No-one dares to dream or wish
It's a trial just to survive.
We learn to live here without dreams
And never to aim up high,
We're seeing out the awful days
And longing soon to die.
None may leave this awful place
Well ... not until the grave,
It takes us all we have to live
There's nothing left to save.
A place where only losers go
And the winners stay well clear,
A place where apathy takes charge
And life is ever drear.
None may leave this awful place
Or flee their awful cell,
Some may call it West Footscray
But most just call it Hell.
THE END
© Copyright 2010
Philip Roberts




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