the youngins yearn
poety
our cities are torn and burned, as were are trying to find something for which we yearned, as these promises which are broken and scorned. The enemy within is fighting the sin fore which we preach to begin to preach from thoughts out loud when all we hear is the loud roar of the lions screaming the crowd acting all proud. the commissions speaking loud preaching the broken sound sales taxes that are bound. we look and frown as our streets are brown, the river sweeps though leaving nothing around but hey were bound for something new around that is a yearn which is a burning within to bring change to begin. so listen up, listen now make you voice herd out loud as we are not just another crowd in this mist of a cloud. where money bring and its easy to make a move all you got to do is grove and move to the new motion from the busy and buzzleing streets that win.