Elephants trampling the young corn
With clouds as indifferent bystanders
My tears soaking new growth
That will never reach maturity
While the Universe watches
A double rainbow born of tears
Fades into the mountain
Leaving a vacuum of hopelessness
Over a sea of forgotten promises
While the Universe watches
Rose bushes murder the children
With thorns made of recycled war heads
And laments float precariously
On anger filled dead rivers
While the Universe watches
Prayers are lost in icy snowstorms
Hope is nestling with long dead dinosaurs
Happiness morphing into empty darkness
With love pulled like weed from the ground
The Universe had finally turned away
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Good strong write Fred, we need to turn that Universe back by getting homo sapiens to start doing what is right for the world in which we live.
Thanks, Goldfinch! Yes you are so right. We seem to be on a slippery slope and sooner or later it may just be 'good bye'.
Good write Fred.
Thank you, orchidee!
Nice one Fred - oh if only we could turn back time.
Thank you, Michael! Yes, it would be nice to be able to do that. But would we be smart enough to do it differently the second time around?
We are abandoned.
Thanks m&m, not yet, but who knows what will happen.
Very poignant Fred , good write!
Thanks, WL! I sit on this little rock of 'paradise', looking at the world around me and get the shudders!
Yes, it's a hell-of-a-script, this play we have concocted. A clever but brutal way to explore and experience the spectrum of embodiment. Your poem expresses it very well, Fred. Kudos!
Thanks so much, Louis! Maybe it's all an illusion?!
What else could explain this mad, mad world? A consensus illusion for sure.
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