A New Ice Age
Stare at the black and white paintings that hang
From smoke filled skies obscuring the sun.
Suburban paradise falls to its knees,
And offers the future to anyone.
Nuclear children how does it feel?
You're not young anymore and you do not belong.
Remember the colours that danced in your eyes?
Must they go with you when you are gone?
Follow the desperate faces that seek out,
Plastic perfection whatever the cost.
Disposable empires safeguard the future,
Falling from grace when all is lost.
Feed the illusion with total conviction,
A long term addiction, an everyday high.
The man on the TV says everythings peachy,
But he's got a gun that shoots holes in the sky.
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Author:
Pete the Petulant Poet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2017 16:25
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about ageing and feeling out of touch with the new high tech plastic world.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Understadable message, nice poem
Thank you
every word as important as the next. so well said with these powerful verses. I love this and I also think it high up the ranks my friend.
Thanks for that Kevin
At 69 been there, done that. But you are the first to put it into such eloquent words, Pete.
Very kind of you Fred.
I'm old school myself. but ive killed viruses on computers.
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