In A World Without Color

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Things truly are not as they seem ... This piece is written as a wake up call to all ...

 

In A World Without Color

 

In a world without color,

where the light is so bright,

and the black is so night,

and where shadows do hover,

over one's lonely fate —

and ever voraciously, ominously, so …

 

A where the darkness rules,

when the day does not,

and not without a plot,

of every slippery lie schooled,

and hope fast becomes —

a meaningless, and mindless, word ...

 

As all is chaotic anarchy,

in a hopelessly pitiful rendition,

of extremism's vile traditions,

steeped in utter sheer malarkey,

only a damn fool would believe —

as slyly crafted lies, pretty and, aplenty

 

For our nation is torn,

by an enemy, of us, from within,

smiling faces are not friends,

as a state of war not forlorn,

and not a militant shot fired —

as of yet, but tomorrow, who knows …?

 

Tomorrow is another day,

of endless painful sorrows,

of bleakest of all tomorrows,

as come hell or what may,

blow yon Zion's Trumpet:

America's Dream is fallen, without respite!

 

Lost, in a world without color,

where racism doth yet abound,

set loose are the racist hounds,

pointing fingers our druthers,

of intolerance aptly proclaimed —

extremism ruling every shade, and complexion …

 

Surreal, as every plus's positive,

is now swallowed up whole,

cotton lies are sold by the bole,

for believing is one's prerogative,

what harm is one more negative —

making it hard to conceive, much less believe ...

 

Hoax's pandemics take, not give,

as light of truth's become obsolete,

soon the plan is to be complete,

making it even harder to live,

killing any thoughts of a hope —

of any Liberty laden tomorrows, short of death ...

 

Life's a struggle running downhill,

in a Topsy Turvy, senseless, world,

sovereign nation's flags unfurled,

Freedom spilled as lost is freewill,

for inverted sanity is not deserted —

nor mirror's images falsely saying, “Trust in me …”

 

Political correctness fast becoming,

Globalism's sliest of battle cries,

touting lies as a poke in the eyes,

that is dumbfounding and numbing,

to those who are not intelligently stupid

nor attest love of Humanity, via nanotechnology's genocide ...

 

Pardon my use of profanity,

but we live in world of bullshit,

of leaders who do not give a shit,

about Life, Liberty, Freedom, or Humanity,

for they are, one and all, in it for themselves —

as those Elite intent upon riding the back,

of the dog we call Humanity, 'til that dog is no more ...

 

 

(Written October 29th, 2020)

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

Copyright © 2020 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

All Rights Reserved

 

 


Submitted: October 29, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn. All rights reserved.

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Steven P. Pody

Smelleth like world history. ...But a couple of generations gave it our best shot; and if the police, the politicians and the downtrodden don't remember - perhaps the poets will.

Thu, October 29th, 2020 11:00pm

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Thanks ... And ... Maybe ...

Thu, October 29th, 2020 4:21pm