Conspiracy Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Conspiracy

Rating: 5.0


The Worlds pulse is racing rapidly
Outside of Lifes window, the rain still falls
An umbrella of Earthen trees, now forms
Temporary protection for Mother Natures doorway and halls;

A congregation of city streets gather together
As Lifes tragic traffic continues to move on
Epitaphs of numberless, nameless hero's are written
As Peace is still: An Unsung Song!

What will it take to fix a broken Earth?
When the rain and it's floods continue to flow?
When the angry Towers continue to roar
Where malicious rancor-like flowers-grow;

Abloom in a bed of bitter disdain, sown
Warmongers borne of a: Bush of Deceit
Will it all come tumbling down in the end?
To lay, crushed, 'neath the Cabals dirty feet?

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