Who is in the death spiral
Who can't meet the terms
Who will they take down
The rulers of the world
Who will take a cut
Who will not complain
When the sword falls
On those that are to blame
Death spiralling
Numbers out of control
Who are the winners
It's a grubby black hole
Change must come
For better or worse
It's our choice
Blessing or curse.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2024 02:52
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Blessed be you cursed !
Amen.
I am a great believer in what will be will be
Powerful writing.
I started in usd but ended up where I always end up.
I like the feel of spiraling out of control in this poem and subject. More than anything I like the way it is left at the end, being our choice.
The iron age is trial and a half isn't it?!
The struggle not to identify with the fear. I'm working on changing the gears of imagination.
Wishing you all the best.
Only as the miry clay sticks.
It\'s a joy to watch it come undone.
Power to you brothers.
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