There are many many things that are trending
And here we are again at the ending
You notice how the world keeps turning
You notice how the fires keep burning
You notice how the words and the ways and the powers keep churning
as we're falling
and we're falling
not learning
just burning
Now many many things have begun
How many more days in the sun
can we practice
WE WILL practice
all the methods and the words and the ways to distract us
from the truth
You need proof
Don't look at the sun, just look at the world, just look at the life and what has unfurled
in the days, and the days, and the days, and the days all behind us
There are many many things that are ending
All the lies that we speak, they are blending
You notice how the mood has darkened
and how the blinded world has hearkened
to our words, to our ways, to our plays, if only just to mark and...
Set the goals
Feed the coals
Strike a spark
Then disembark
And what a hot message we are sending
of how we want to see it all ending
We will poke
We will stoke
and keep stirring the flames, and playing the games, and blowing the smoak
See the joke
Are you woke
Just look at the sun, don't look at the world
You'll see that your life and all that's unfurled was meant to burn and meant to crumble beneath the weight of a life that you fumbled
- Author: Eugene S. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 31st, 2022 06:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Musings on the end of the year, the end of the world, and those who may send us there, all inspired by an astounding introduction to a modern day troubadour. Thank you Ren!
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 33
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