We grow tired groan vigorous
Patient with our selves right to heed,
The fierce charge on the apocalypse
Unconvincing snare ejaculate with speed.
Prelude to the fearsome now live in fear,
Expect tension to grow erect.
See the large theft of economy in despair,
Courage, knowledge, reverence, a new edit.
The whole assembled planet is a bed
Sleeping with the burden we made.
Concentrated lust ripe to breed,
All the easy opportunities have fled.
Adrenaline hurried on the ridged treadmill
Our likeness on the decline.
This realm, fastened with grim shape will
Roars upward the concerns we find.
Still in ourselves, we take captive pride
A human error our times fertilize,
The sperm of long woes we try to hide
Only send applause to the un-consenting skies.
- Author: Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2020 14:11
- Comment from author about the poem: A time of concern with breakneck speed geopolitically galloping across the globe
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 28
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