Anyone Died in a Pretty How Town

A solid motion of revenge,
decadent to the way we used to act
If anyone loved noone,
and anyone died,
then why did noone turn back?

Dreaming; snug in my discontent,
the men and Women were too cold
for sad things once said to that.
The men and Women; sowing their “isnt’s”
reaping their sow.

be they Robots that cannot be controlled.
Possessing positions of power over the negative despair
that anyone and noone once used to share.

by steph
e. (anyone lived in a pretty how town)