An acrostic poem on the written word
| Acrostic Poem
Written expressions of soulless thoughts that hover in the head.
Ringing in the ears like a siren carrying the almost dead with tasteless past,
Inside the streets of the commoners where 'rich' is a fable that they dream of.
Tireless and driven without the knowledge of the sadistic realities that haunt the well off.
Treacherous the road ahead and for all who dare to express the truths;
Engulfing the brave in a web of lust and deceit and rewarding only those who reveal