The swirling of the wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


In the swirling of the wind. And the coming of the dim.

The hunted became the hunters. And the poor became the pushers.

They were meek harmless dancers; But now reek like snake fangs,

for they were fed on fiery tongues, And the corruption that fills the ranks.


Submitted: July 12, 2021

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Meaghan Kalena

Oooo I love the last two stanzas! Great work!!

Mon, July 12th, 2021 8:25pm

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Thank you

Mon, July 12th, 2021 2:09pm

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