3/23/23

Signs of the TImes (the poem)

 

Winds to war rise through dense fog
clear as bogs focused through time
lenses warp each atmosphere's
entanglements near war crimes

  Trick or treat for unideath
recipes chefs of death make
everything everywhere
power with tares vast wealth bakes

Six hundred drove one dark day
gamblers way gone to new shores
artillery launched high
news signs of bold lies for more.

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