There Is a Whisper
By Hobo
There Is a Whisper
There is a similair sign of selfishness
That streaks through many smiles
Now there's the trend
To not lend a hand
To the souls of those
Whose clothes
Seem dirty, stained, and bland
There is a whisper of watchful wickedness
In the sound many mouths speak
Now there's an end
In attempts to pretend
That their souls are whole
And not in demand
To the selfish spirit
That roams this land
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