Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Mongo Street
I walked down
Mongo Street blue colors slow winds
on Mongo Street.
I passed Ashley’s house
Smelling tacos
Mouth watery tasting wind.
The beautiful beach
Round warm sand
Daisies in the sand Dolphins swimming.
Hell burning like fire
Killing animals
Sounds like children screaming
Like shouting sirens.