Fiery comet. New creation.
Category: Thoughts
Covered
We know not to do it: judging a book By how attractive its cover might look.
Populism creates the schism
The dark's appeal Is very real And every voter plays a part.
The meek
The meek will inherit the Earth. Perhaps But only after all those other chaps Are done with their fun There's work to be done We'll clear up the mess after the collapse
I don’t like it
It's possible every thing that we do That isn't addressing this burning issue Is utterly pointless, a total waste, Hurtling end-ward with ever more haste. This is a poem that no-one could love. It is what it is. And push came to shove.
Ali 