![]() BreakdownA Poem by MCS![]() “There are no human gods here, just hoods who think they are.” ~ Fakeer Ishavardas![]() ![]() Everything is
spiraling out of control What are we doing What’s the end game Is anyone at the helm Are we just shuffling deck chairs on the
Titanic Reality seems flawed The brushstrokes of our creations are violent Ugly and menacing This depth of depravity seems entirely new And out in the open without any afterthought It's on display at all levels From the highest seats of government To the local homeless encampment It seems to have infected humanity How does one come back from the brink of devastation This madness is being sowed on all four corners of this
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1 Review Added on January 29, 2025 Last Updated on January 29, 2025 Author![]() MCSToronto, (GTA), CanadaAboutFor me writing, painting and photography are the best ways to talk without ever being interrupted. Poetry: the best words in the best order © 2025, M.C.S. - all rights reserved more..Writing
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