Scaffolds to hold the bridge,
Steel tubes and white covers on decks.
He was demolishing them,
And down the bridge fell...
I almost died in there,
'Cause he didn't care;
If someone lived or died,
He only cared for his might!
But then they said to him:
If you go on, The Mad Prophetess can't win.
She will die in there,
And he stopped and cared...
Submitted: January 05, 2021
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Bert Broomberg
A good read.
Tue, January 5th, 2021 11:55am