Black Outside
Black Outside
Soot in the air.
Volcanic ash.
Smoke…
Pollutants…
Politicians.
Choking the life,
out of the people,
all over the world.
It is not a single event.
It is an irrational
chaotic, whirl…
of dirt, and filth…
slung from high places,
where the glass is washed,
daily by monkeys
on ropes above
alligators
that sing,
waiting in the water,
below.
The swamp is a bad place.
Even in the best of weathers.
Beware.
Free Verse, Free Speech, Until it is No longer Free.
Then it will be just Verse.
Not Free at all.
But Censored...beheaded...and then spiked on a pole.
All will cheer, or join the sticks in the sand.
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