The sands of grain in time
every second merges with one another
creating a small sand dune of a day.
Seven more days then a larger sand dune remains.
as modern events create more dust storms
a month passes creating a mini-desert.
Twelve months later is enshrined
the Sahara desert of one year.
Though events remain in place
the winds of history can turn
the view of a mirage of yesterdays
into the current history that once has been.
As desert travellers we only see
the hills and plains of deserts before us
not the Great Sahara overhead
where the 1% liberals and their mob
left or right wing they destroy all the jobs
to line their pockets
in the fulfillment of prophecy
the greed of the end times indeed.
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