The Swarm On 2017051320170513 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems Your nightmares might have zombies Or falling, floods or fire; But mine have swarms of locusts Across the span entire Of everywhere I look and also Everywhere I run; The nameless, faceless carnage Of billions Against One To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…