…..It feels like a evil villain in a James Bond movie, who became president, made the White House his resident, they didn’t even check his finger prints, they should’ve been more hesitant. He bent the country over and dented it, Russia rented it. The sleeping bear and the red dragon is filling their wagons, raising their flags and; ready to turn the eagle into a beagle that’s less regal, to show you the world don’t need you, now that’s evil, plus they don’t believe you.
…..now America’s about to lose its position, there will be no comprehension, people gonna lose their pension, they better start wrenching and stop flenching. Somethings gonna have to be done, this ain’t no fun, the red, white and blue always won. It will be a shock to the system to see the west lose and start paying dues, dancing to someone else’s rules.
…..Let’s not forget these fools got nukes, they should be made to put up their dukes, instead of destroying everything on and under the ground, that can’t be sound. We have a problem, so your answer is to destroy everything that’s around, you clowns get down, gone-get, quit, run out into the street and get hit, then do a back flip, I hope you break your hip. All this because you wanted to police the world; should’ve just protected a group of friends, and developed your science, stayed within your alliance, long as they stayed compliant and no tyrants, we would have remained giants, but now it’s a different climate, we’ll soon be needing the Heimlich, this mountain, I’m not sure if we can climb it.
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'We have a problem, so your answer is to destroy everything that’s around, you clowns get down, gone-get, quit, run out into the street and get hit, then do a back flip, I hope you break your hip. All this because you wanted to police the world;'
these words, are truth - itself!! dear Poet
what a great write!
(they ask why Rome fail?
I ask, how it managed
to bully the world for so, long...)
in the words of Robert Frost
from 'stopping by woods on a snowy Evening':
'My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.'
(you see, dear Poet
to me, the worst part
is that there is so much worse
left for us, to experience
in this chaotic turmoil and strife
we call life..
and so, we must learn
to appreciate
what little glimpses of calm
we're gifted
within our Tornado's of reality)
but still, we have yet
'many miles to go before we sleep'
so we brace ourselves
for the worst and choose
to step, in hope
that we - individually, may
be saved
somehow, from the Very, worst...
or
we can get angry, react
indignantly
try and sort the world out
rave and shout, wildly
let it all out
gather in our thousands
burn the homes of those 'in power'
and become
the next France or Sri Lanka...
Thanks for reading my truth L. B. Mek; we seem to be destined for destruction, it seems to be in our DNA. Fear and ego has always been our worst enemy as a species, they are the shadow we cast when ever one human being is in the room.
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