ElizabethMoroz

Atmospheric Elocutions For Surviving Armageddon

Elocution lessons for the morality police

Persecution of those not callously elite

Convolution of the elongation of the technique

Revolution from the poor, downtrodden and bleak

 

Ageless reckonings that are born from conscious defiance

The rage less beckoning of a protest in non-violence

The senseless converting to a reflective space of silence

A moment detecting the unnecessary exertion of pretence

 

A monestary illuminated by revelations and full moonlight

An apothecary and ruminations on what is wrong and what is right

What is necessary for translations of wisdom to come to light ?

A commentary of commiserations as we continue to enrage and fight

 

Floral flourishing of the natural world in full and radiant bloom

Moral nourishing that must be absorbed not a moment too soon

Coral bleaching that is urgently curled up in scientific papers and rooms

Quarrels reaching their crescendo as the world lingers on the edge of doom

 

We consecrate the technological advancement with religious devotion

While we infiltrate the ecological enhancements as we drill inside the ocean

And the cinematic epistemological entrancements only populate in slow motion

While the highly illogical mystical enchantment of modern culture only instigates commotion

 

Grace and entropy combine to redefine the meaning of each moment to ponder

While the canopy’s of botanical refine live to perpetuate the wonder

As the cosmic eulogy of physics and math combine to illustrate theoretical plunder

The divine comedy of the human condition reigns sublime as they only try to appear younger

 

Imitations of visual splendour reaching out from the cavernous abyss

Limitations of biological gender teaching thoughts that should not be missed

Infiltrations of political theory render populations resigned to a globalised shift

Computations of heretical senders combine to give retrospect another twisted twist

 

So where do we delight or how do we grieve this passing of an age?

In what moment of foresight do we find reprieve as we ex communicate the sage?

When will we find respite before the goodness leaves the documentation on the historical  page?

Will the human race comply or receive a pardon for its role in creating this atmospherically challenged cage?

 

The End

 

Copyright Elizabeth Moroz