From Rome to Ruins
Impoverished beyond
Belief; where relief has
Long past been viable
Option over abject grief.
Ostensibly, refusing to
Cease, as Man’s greed
Always gets in the way
Of genuine prosperity.
For how can we binge
Drink at college when
Our world thirsts and
Hungers knowledge?
These words are far
More prophetic than
Profound as empires
Long thought stable
Topple to the ground.
Deception Island
We’ve nowhere else
To go while we’re so
Hopelessly adrift.
Our crippled ship is
Limping onward to
Deception Island.
The crisp Antarctic
Bitter winds are stiff
As our embattled
Vessel and famished
Crew who seek but
Shelter in safe harbor.
With no fanfare nor
Reception just barren
Rock and fear here
On Deception Island.
Point of No Return
Nearly at the tipping
Point, the decisive
Point of no return;
As our heart rate
Has increased and
Perspiration beads
Upon our brow, our
Shallow breath, our
Trembling knees, a
Loss of taste and
Smell which indeed
Are indicative of the
Disease in this the
Black Plague of the
Twenty first century.
Glassy Stare
There’s this glassy
Stare which is so
Prevalent these days
In oh so many eyes.
It’s the look of dire
Hopelessness and
Despair driven by
Fear that the future
Is lost and the youth
Have no say in the
Outcome of their lives.
It’s a hollow feeling
Physically expressed
That can’t be shaken or
Stirred by mere words
Disguised as empathy.
For what hope is there
For humanity while
There’s this glassy
Stare which is so
Prevalent these days In oh so many eyes
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