Gold Wizards

Current Events/Politics

In the light of day

The abstract of ignorance

That floats with fantasy

In the heads of the maniacal

Conjuring as wizards

Amending the centuries landscape

 

Sculpting anew from those

With iron fists filled

With heartless gold

Purchasing a change

In the fractures and

In the creation of them

 

From the infernal acumen of men

With their fingers wiggling

In the collective brain

Casting their spells

So we, the insolvent, the disputants,

Fall into the fractures

 

Buried beneath their futures

Author's Note

Hello writerscafe pals! So good to post again, although it is very difficult on a very pained laptop that completely tries my patience. It is quite an effort to do even this but my voice must be penned. Forgive my absence over my feud with this technology.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Patricia... I can feel the Brilliance of your mind and wonder why we have come so far to settle in the Valley of Circumstance. We need to fly like Eagles to the Mountain Tops where the Light be comes our Inspiration. So lovely to read your words and know that you are still the Silver Lining of each and every Cloud. Gently, Pat

[Patricia]

You are too kind my friend and thank you so much for the read and comment. We all do what we can in such uncertain times. Big hugs!

[Lorry]

You wouldn't be talking about Trumpet, the orange oompah loompa and his favourite Muskateer would you?
It's so hard to keep up with all their fake news and general assholery of the petulant children that aren't getting their way.
Did you know that the Daily Star, an alleged reputable UK newspaper calls him the orange manbaby?
I think it is quite fitting, but isn't he and his ilk the biggest concentration of news fakery ever?
I would worry about the nuclear apocalypse that will definitely happen, with the probable culprit of Putin the likely cause, but I've got proper grown-up things to think about, like figuring out what colour starbust snd skittles taste best and why on earth that technology that is meant to make our lives easier only manages to drive us batsh*t crazy and makes us slam it shut in anger, then wonder why it no longer works.
Just smile, sigh and sing 🎶 Don't worry, be happy 🎶
😃

[Lorry]

Ps...its not batshot crazy, and it's yellow for both stardust and skittles
😃

[Lorry]

Pps... starburst. Sorry about that. Bloody predunctive toast... I mean predictive text.

[Patricia]

You are too funny! Your nick names are much softer than mine and mine are not to be shared in such a positive place. Although mine are just as funny. What crazy times we live in, I seriously can’t wait to see how this all turns out. It has made me write letters to my politicians but my marching days are over, I will leave that to the young. The political poems are more voice and my votes. Thank you for the read and comment.