A Broken SignA Broken SignA Broken Sign
Single file, two by two, three by three, They pass by on the belt, monotonous, dreary, lifeless. Their faces beaten from an empty days work Eyes downcast as they rush by empty streets. In the distance, a broken shack lies Crouched, huddled under the slow, steady weight of time. A sign in the window still shows, hand made, torn by the rains, Flapping in the wind, the last sign of life in that barren land. The people refuse to see, eyes fixed illiterate on the path below Moving with the general hum of progress.
It had been different once, the world gre
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