Wait Until The Angels Sing

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Living in a society where none question why?

Planes with plumes zoom across the blue sky,

Leaves on the ground at the end of July.

TV is a distraction, sleep is complacency,

Government's evil, dictated to you and me,

Know the truths and thus, know your enemy.

Shots fire off but there wasn't a formal warning,

Living in a fractured kingdom under a lizard king,

The cost of survival is high, wait until the angels sing.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Shaun this poem recounts the state of present affairs which sadly are not what we would wish for. And those angels are up right after the fat lady sings.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Shaun, what an unsettling poem! The dread keeps intensifying until ordinary life feels only moments away from complete collapse. One heck of a dark write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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