All We Have BecomeA Poem by Chris Shaw( dark, yes dark)
we reside in threatening times
where spores of hate mutate to spread wide their evil eye where song birds choke on smoke black acrid menacing a mean trail drifting into oblivion's winding path rubble piles high in cities bombed blasted to kingdom come children half starved oozing weeping skin rancid breath the reaper sweeps in for deaths deadliest destruction those remaining bleeding in pain the heart of humanity has gone it settles down with a crying sun as this global glum world unfurls discharging its misery for all to see in the media on tv plastered, our disaster of all we have become
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Added on May 9, 2021Last Updated on May 9, 2021 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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