Happening
Mute, no voice to roar
Blind, no eyes to scan
Silence streaking skies
What is TRUTH to man
Waters rage and flood
Fires ignite and burn
Hurricanes rip and tear
Yet humanity will not learn
Power lines down
Sewage in the streets
Without comfort
Where like minds meet
Bloody rituals riot
Babies on the block
Great shakings of sorrow
Makes flesh rock
Meaning is futile
Purpose is pompous, vain
Living in process
Makes the lucid, insane
Wondering about happenings
No step emerges from the void
Not depressed or hopeless
Just excruciatingly annoyed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-05-2022
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2022
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