Singleton M. Tate - Gloomy Autumn

Amber colors... leaves portray
People converge on the park each day
Running, walking, laughing, talking
Playing children... mad dogs barking

Barren trees... sigh and wail
Crack vials... used condom tales
Bullets, knives, shovels and bricks
Unearth death's anger... mystery's tricks

Gloom... fumes its gushing peak
Thoughts of the evil ones speak
Plots that thicken... desires of greed
These benches... will keep all up to speed

Singleton M. Tate

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