Poem -

No More Mr. Blue Skies

Pray can you still hear the cries
of all these anguished
   and stricken, landlocked gulls ..
In particular, those
that echo around and likewise,
still haunt, these now
empty oceans and once clear
   blue skies of ours ..
Can you still hear them sigh as
they each carve,
slice and scythe, their own way
through such dense
and likewise, unnavigable beige
   mushroom clouds ..
Then as they exit in their haste,
into some deep,
dark and hungry black hole now
somewhat curiously,
filling with tears and with misery
that once did
   belong to the whole human race ..
Such a sadness begins
to descend and a grand sense of
total nothingness
begins to prevail where once we
were wrong to
assume that indeed heaven might
   one day be found ..
How wrong you all were, to place
such hope, trust and faith
in power crazed bullies, billionaire
   despots, bigots and liars ..

 

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Jac Tales

They say that history repeats itself. Sad but true. A Great Write.

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Neville

Thanks Jacques .. Yes, I fear it does .. Neville 

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