Ignorance Roars In Turmoil
We are shaped from silence.
I am struck by life's upheaval loudness,
We've been sucked into the abyss.
The deterrents proceed to extensiveness.
We're still utterly annihilated and witless.
Floundering about in a foreign land.
Everything happens at a breakneck pace band.
As well as ferocious gusts from the past stand.
Our leading spirits are being ruffled.
I'm puzzled whether they were on guard.
In their gleaming towers, the affluent rare.
For all the immortal soldiers drear
Whatever it scarcely in similar barre
For all the awe-inspiring masses dare
As time goes on, it becomes less austere.
Not in the slightest is it secure to leave?
Unless a dreadful catastrophe deceives.
Written: November 30, 2021
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