When men’s hearts grow cold
In the frost-the snow
Stories will be told
Tales from long ago
When there was light-was love
Joy, peace from above…
Where the Sun shined through the darkness
Birds sang each morning
Cats had no fear
Violence, hate, war vanquished
Hope still encouraged
Our children sang songs…
Yet now the streets remain empty
Everything needed is delivered
No currency or wages
Jobs or work
Just existence without reason
No season except winter
Twilight terror demons
Poems written in secret
Under the covers
Never to be read
I’m a blade runner baby
I just simply stay in bed…….
Urban Dandy 
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