a poem

[Purple]

the sun sets over the hillside
the melody of a melody played the back of my mind
i walked the streets
with no troubles in my mind
the beggars, the homeless
the were there
but nothing unusual
just a part of the scene
an everyday part of the world as i know it
but from another point of view
hell had arrived
in our minds
it had made its home
in the back of our heads
but in the minds of the beggars, they see
the hell that has entered
were the devils
where the devil has had its profound impact


what zhe think?