Acrostic
'TWD' Anthology
King County Never had I dreamt the perfect world would lie in waste... in dust and grime... the rocks of Atlanta still in an eerie silence... the Mother of all halted by a meaningless betrayal. Tears of the once brave litter the earth beneath the steps of a father, a leader of the lost. Must democracy reign amidst dictators or shall a savior emerge, offering protection against the connection to the poisonous forest - venomous by nature, experimenting with the living. It mocks those who lament over the front it has up, disorienting and diminishing what little will is left. Empty holsters with pistols held at temples - justification for the new world, the once perfect world.
By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets
Vultures
Vultures all That is our culture now They fly in for a bite Once they’ve got what they need They take flight Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
