Hundred And Thousand

Hundred and thousand
in the minds, preoccupied
and unkind.

Hundred and thousand
of troops to fight inside the
mind and things go blind.

All become the leaders.
No one wants to go down
from the position.

All has hundred and
thousand pride, all tear
one another’s vibe.

They become the union
of complicated ones.
Lacking, destroying, abandoning.

Hundred and thousand of
them and they cannot even
witness to one.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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