Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(0 votes)

You must login to vote

I met a trekker from a far off land
Speaking in rues of distant tongues, his song
Vacant remnants of fake facades they long
Man he said, lacked the wisdom to command
The land he bore contained nothing but sand
Their frail hearts broken, fallen all lifelong
From their first breath they can only do wrong
They lay within the discontent in hand
For Robber Barons clinging blindly, tear
Consumed by their hate cannot break the chains
Departing, behind him a barren land
My eyes turn to a blackened death to bear
To a blood reigned shock of arid stained rains
But hope is not lost as time will withstand

Related Items


The following comments are for " Trekker"
by MTMarshall

Time Trail
is nothing more...
than the beaten path of the future

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: May 25, 2015 )

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.