As a rainbow falls twisting the sky
Terrestrial beings look up and cry
Their world was known but now no longer
As fear and lust and greed grew stronger
Continuing play and mindless fun
Good not withstanding evil had won
Buried the many who paid the cost
Countless families and tribes were lost
Bellowing plumes of darkness rose up
The wicked and rich all raised a cup
Toasting the blood of all those fallen
Drinking the earth that once sat sodden
Now barren and sterile - all dried out
The GODs they yell they scream and they shout
What did you do with all that you had?
You ungrateful little twits! - Our bad.
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Comments3
Nicely written---very good rhyme pattern 🙂
Thank you 😊
Love it!
Thank you 🙏😊
Good write and so very true, the words
"The wicked and rich all raised a cup
Toasting the blood of all those fallen"
are so right.
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