Gaffe

Folder: 
Angostura

The man on the run



Someone made

a false complaint

Soon the lizard

was after him.



The man on the run



Come the storm

Pull all down.

Homes, monuments

Apart are torn.



The man on the run



Thunder devastation

Bellow smoke

Spiralling up

People broke.



The man on the run



Situation gruesome

Search gates, big floodlights.

Sunk in despair, make all rights

Ward off nightmare

How one can?



The man on the run



Derelict detritus sits in ruins.

Lost forever his choice

Never, be found freedom.

Conscience hunts.

Futile gags. Make even. No one can.



Man on the run ends until, useless he is to run.

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