1722
There is a strange feeling in the air. The country we once knew just isn’t there. Corruption is now king. Lies mean all and truth, dignity and honour don’t mean a damn thing.
People will suffer and they will starve.
2022 may as well be 1722 because all the progress is being flushed away. Deceit and greed control today.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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