A Dark Spool

Thundering trucks on the highway

Have long forgotten or don't know our name

No turning off exit, slip or byway

Leading to the vital game

The rush hour on the driveby

Crawls the detached fly-over

The land a broken tapestry

Of hatred openly undercover

The city settles a dark spool

Where nameless things the stirrings pool

Feeding on the children of the genocide

Loading dodgy taxi, barreling bus or trepid train's 'might-ride'

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