Upon whose influence do you import those ideas? Without even communing with the necessary voices Roam the streets; the ones deserted by fashionable ideas Where there is penury, but traces of honesty too Moist eyes know, the grubby hands won’t be filled with wealth Mornings are mourned amidst the hunger pangs In contrast, dumb streets are lit up with offensive affluence Lazy morning, rather luxurious … Continue reading Indecent Influence