Steven Federle

Rookie - 341 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

A Prophecy - Poem by Steven Federle

The cities of England burn
with the rage of youth -
nothing to gain
and nothing to lose.

Blitzkrieg rains incinerate
shops and schools
give cover
as they rush through
gaping windows.

“so why not go get your own?
a penny’s worth, a purse,
a watch,
designer jeans
you know

“nearly one million school leavers
and graduates
out of work,
a generation lost
to worklessness.”

So sirens wail as batons flail
like v-bombs launched
at the nation’s children


The story of our
strangled civilization
will be written on the back
of bloodied balance sheets

until a new order prevails
in the cities of England, France,

the few rich
and the many poor.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 11, 2011

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