by OWEN
It’s the spread of the blight.
For miles, it can be heard.
It approaches throughout the night.
As it comes towards the town to fright,
The people can feel it from the birds.
It’s the spread of the blight.
The spread makes it feel tight.
It makes the sky seem like it’s blurred.
It’s the spread of the blight.
That was the beginning of the plight
With the town whirring—
It’s the spread of the blight
While some people wanted to fight,
Their thoughts were unheard.
It’s the spread of the blight,
Where there’s no chance of flight.
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
