Pocket Change (Daily Two 7.19.25)

Jessey C

Dark clouds are moving in
Soft breeze upo0n my skin
Prepared but even then
So swings the pendulum

The lives it takes as the branches break
The hopes and dreams now sympathies

For all the starts left in the sky
Are pocket change left in disguise

Now what we used to be
So called commnity
When brothers dreamed to die
Beside their alibis

The famines came, war followed suit
Murdered our minds, neutered our youth
What’s the proof?

Forgotten melody
Hangs from an olive tree
I hear it whispering
I hear it whispering