Streets Are Unleashed

there are briars below the breeze'
knocked below the breeze
snap back those menu in the snatch
get a glue stick
stregnth from within
below the surface caught up in between
the hero's wink
some insist as awe so gross

search intended to be clean

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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