We now live in houses that are make believe,
Made of black silk, spun by black caterpillars.
A tiger guards the door and we cannot leave,
Afraid that, our friends are all hapless killers.
The high tide is going out tonight,
Let it expose the malignant sand,
The place where sorrow is in sight,
And none of us can lend a hand.
We now eat cold meals alone in the dark,
Our little world that was once golden is no more,
The once verdant forests will be bleak and stark,
And we are left wondering what it was all for.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2023 02:48
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Vanity?
Thanks for reading
A look at the not-too-distant future. Your poem shows the end result of today's trends. The future will be bleak indeed if we do not work together to save it. Some well crafted images show us the darkness ahead. -Phil A.
Global warming, Covid 19, The war in Ukraine.It feels to me like we are in the peace between the wars.We are living a life in denial.But hey thanks for reading.
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