When it All Boils Down to Bad Men and Fools
Run, darling run
when you
can no longer fly ..
There are
bodies that burn
and there is
death in the sky ..
Run, darling run
when you
can no longer hide ..
All the bad
men are coming
and so too
are the fools ..
Run, darling run
when you
can no longer cry ..
When all
the oceans are
boiling but
your tears have
run dry ..
Run, darling run
since we
are no longer free ..
Trust nothing
and no one my son ..
While there
may still be sheep
in our once
green meadows ..
Remember
each one of their
shadows,
belongs to the wolves ..
Comments9
Wow I wouldn't want to be a sheep my dear Nev, how very dark and powerful. Superb emotion and kudos. 🌹
I'm glad I got it off my chest Teddy, not that it will make one jot of difference tho' 🌹
A joyful little message!
One has to always look on the bright side doesn't one
Poetic noir if ever I've encountered it, Neville.
Don't give me much chance of a bedtime (coming very soon) with the prospect of sweet dreams, do you?
.................... Sorry
Baa-woof. Or baa-hoowwwlll.
I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Or a sheep in wolf's clothing?
I could be anything, even mutant giant hamster, as some suppose from my pic! lol.
A wolf doesn't go 'woof' does it? lol.
Don't you get any big ideas, you are a rodent and that's the end of the matter okay
I'm a scary giant mutant hamster. lol.
Sounds like a bad dream N.
................................................................ If only
Powerful work. Edgy.
Many thanks Thomas .. I quite like edgy .. Neville
Don't know why it sounded so scary even though it's the reality.
Amazing poem Neville.
I'm with you all the way .. let's just keep our head down awhile .. bless you Meera .. Neville
Wonderful rant Neville but evetually all will be well.
Andy
We shall have to wait and see, but thanks anyway .. Neville
Nightmares can easily turn into reality. Dark, foreboding and scary. My adrenalin is pumping. Your lines are lyrical Neville. I was reminded of that old song the Eve of Destruction. The loss of freedom …..
Now you come to mention it .. I can make out the very same tune .. spooky or wot .. N 🙂
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