Hegemony Or Survival: the New World Order
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Disrupting the general flow of the ruby blaze,
As ghosts, there are shadows in the haze.
Air-filled skeletons, bone-filled skull,
Sneaking in the shadows, stained by the dull.
Alluding to cruel as zesty and delicate as sour,
Lying expertise of apt words and clear power.
Like a bursting fire against a robotic device,
A chaotic request is like blossoms and tree slice.
I'm cruising through a vast ocean of worry,
And scream at the swift currents of destiny.
Consistently, news shows up in a foaming rage,
Which my reasoning could then arrange!
I succumb to impulsive complex troubles,
From across the world, there were struggles.
Keeping trust that others will concur with me,
I'll make certain to convey to you my sincerity.
Since that bear near what will mend desire,
In return for virtuous air and no nuke dire.
For journalese, there last saporous sighs,
Which deal the world may aim for arise.
Probe into my modern Coronavirus flyswatter,
Who am I behind the hazy mask marauder?
Turn into a fellow of the New World mastery,
A nonhuman, scared, and iron-fisted society.
Consuming rotting husks to fill their stomach,
Inadequacy's meal served in dirty dumb luck.
As vacant hoists in cobwebs made of whin brace,
These remain the terms of dozing brilliance.
Written: April 08, 2022
1st Place contest winner
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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