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Tuesday, November 24, 2020


 

on nature's airy beach
staring out to the very sea
there's the garish wave
some stand watching
not believing what they see
that wretchedness which is coming
unbelievers proudly stand and rave
yet past the failing reef
far beyond any saving reach
an impending wave is growing
suffer that 9 magnitude quake
warning sirens and urgent statements
framing this incoming tsunami
some stand shouting "fake"
raising rakish protest signs
so much verity at stake
no masking this grave situation
innocence drowning on the pebbled beach
so many swept away to sea
revelers fail to quicken and run
a strangling tragic sum
those slow rangers
ne'er caution the ignorant unmasked strangers
relying on danger's higher ground
hi ho silver vying
every republic's caricature lone ranger
astride a striped and star-crossed horse
but all the ranger's bullets are blanks
worse a dangling marionette
no rank way to void or stop it
churning every wrangled angle
wrapped by tangled ignorance
what avoidance brings
this is what we more than often get
savage streets and puppet avenues
earthly life is overwhelmed
staged without divinity or grace
since money is the golden god
and every god must be paid its due
euros and rupees and dollars and cents
coins marked by the emperor's reckless sense
eschew wisdom with its suspenseful face
feckless change is in the air
strained survivors wonder who cares
the trained human mind is dense
ingrained it sorrowfully seems
hence when it comes to viral refrains
we're blinded by unreal hopes and snowflake dreams
eons of deadly tsunamis and binding plagues
unrelenting staged incommunicado
we're prostrate now in history's unending shadow
so many not relating to what is really there

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