The Blind Flock: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr

Back to the hustle; to this man made concrete heaven soon to be its own country of over populated life styles.

Self centered rights the voice for some that think they are lost and get trapped in its grasp of an oasis of feeling like they really belong only to find out that they are been scammed.

They have been led to the slaughter of self indulgence and if there was a hell in this country then this is truly from north to south.

Travel all you want you wont find happiness; be you the victor or the failure it’s all in the same book from back to front take your time it won’t change.

Enjoy it all but hope there is no end and if there is I am sure it will not be pretty.

By John McKinley Pride Jr
11/27/06

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