Work in Progress.
Sparrows fly and chirp and play amongst one another in the crystal skies. Tree boughs sway in the wind to an earthly tune, bading the leaves dance and skip on the vine. Little boys and little girls flirt and play in every yard behind a white picket fence. A sense of security is draped over the world and everything is perfect. Welcome to middle class america. A beautiful place, indeed, but not where our story begins.
Our story begins in a place where there is no security, there is no blue sky; no cozy, well kept homes to be seen. Out story is a desperate cry from the slums of America. Trash filled gutters, bloody sidewalks; musty, deteriorating shacks that sit lamentingly in the moonlight. An old, tired dog collapses in a cloud of dust, "Freedom!"
I don't know where to go from here.
Our story begins in a place where there is no security, there is no blue sky; no cozy, well kept homes to be seen. Out story is a desperate cry from the slums of America. Trash filled gutters, bloody sidewalks; musty, deteriorating shacks that sit lamentingly in the moonlight. An old, tired dog collapses in a cloud of dust, "Freedom!"
I don't know where to go from here.