Hello, Darkness my old friend.
Come to cloth the World in Velvet and hid its sins.
But soon the Sun will rise and show the ugly truth once again.
A truth the Rich refuse to see.
And one the Poor forgot, does not have to be.
Working from Cradle to the Grave, but for a mouth of melting snow.
While the tables of the Rich continue to overflow.
Yet both the Poor and the Rich must surely die.
And for one, there is a very special HELL, I can not deny.
TDK.
copyright 10-25-2018 (except image). George King
