Saturday, 30 March 2024

 

Written during the pandemic

 
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Drowning
It works it's way into your
brain and your bones
No descent in a blaze of Glory
Clinging on to time
Mocking our feelings of progress
Mortality made visible
Old Brueghel dusted off
Death letter blues Revisited
Spoonfulls of unflavoured medicine
dished out invisibly
Old songsters they knew the score
Big Bad Wolfs knockin' at the door
Skys fallen in just like a thousand times before
Grand ambitions fall .from the sky
like hard rain or lime
Racial fissures crack open yet again
Mercury risin', bubblin', gettin' stirred
The brakes on the hearses are faulty
Chasen' the Shadow of the Sun
Little Green Men Robocop guns
Casting the blame is a dangerous game
How does God choose
Whose prayers does he refuse ?
No slipping of the leash
No colour now it's dark
The system well its dyin' folks
This time we'd better Paint it Black.
August 2020

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