Conformity's Stain

Mon, 04/22/2013 - 19:48 -- Ash845

Location

15010
United States
40° 45' 59.3928" N, 80° 21' 17.0244" W

Little town of silence
sitting on the hill
dressed in white
it stands
all on its own.

People all together,
who never disagree,
they gather in the shadows
to finally make peace.
For in this silent town
where no one disagrees,
a man of different values
lies crumbled on the ground.
He’s cold and wet and crimpled
yet no one stops to think,
As he draws his final breath
and then all is done,
no one disagrees.

In this little town of silence
sitting on the hill
dressed in white
it stands
all on its own.

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