My Poetry, Poems, Short Poems Manifest Destiny Posted on January 17, 2017 by A. Long The headphones drown out the cries of the hungry as the train rages on like a metallic dragon. She is pretty. The homeless chick. Her voice booms even with the music turned up in my ears, leading me to believe she is well practiced in this art. Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related