Poem -

It All Boils Down to The Bad Men and Fools

Run, darling run
when you
can no longer fly ..
There are
bodies that burn
and there is
death in the sky ..
Run, darling run
when you
can no longer hide ..
All the bad
men are coming
and so too
are the fools ..
Run, darling run
when you
can no longer cry ..
When all
the oceans are
boiling but
your tears have
run dry ..
Run, darling run
since we
are no longer free ..
Trust nothing
and no one my son ..
While there
may still be sheep
in our once
green meadows ..
Remember
each one of their
shadows,
belongs to the wolves ..

Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Nev, this is superb so powerful and your metaphor outstanding. Your last lines kudos. Sadly a reality. 🌹

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Neville

I felt kind of hopeless and lost for a while, but I'm so glad that you found me🌹
Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Oh Nev, one sites enough, I'm never far away lol 🤣 Huggies. 

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Neville

I was just checking because I wanted to make sure .. thanks Sister S.🌹

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Rory McGinlay

Reminds me of a William Blake song. Needs a melody and The Doors behind it, but otherwise it's a Jim Morrison for sure.Ā 

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Neville

I'll take it thank you kindly .. NevilleĀ 

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