Loaded Guns
Loaded Guns.
.
Windblown flosating discarded carrier bag
On an empty city street
The eerie silence of a ghost town
No mass of people and pounding feet
.
Rows of abandoned shops boarded up
And closed down
Rats breed like rats
And in daylight as night
Crawl around
.
The steam that used to flow with traffic
Now empty and dried up
Like the bars in which
We used to sup
.
Broken windows shattered glass
Graffiti scribbled upon public walls
Weathered metal cast fittings rusting fast
People claimed by the creeping reaper
The devils plague and ill winds he wafted in
A losing battle
In a war we can never win
.
Misleading information and media hype
Has turned each new day
Into an endless night
.
For foolish people didn’t listen
And now they reap what they sow
Infecting fellow innocent humans
They don’t care about or even know.
.
Loaded guns shooting in the dark
Destroying humanity
And a tired world apart
Man has taken a step too far
Going downhill fast with no brake
In a burning car
.
Hope be a slippery slope
But maybe all we have
We have to make the most of now
We are alive for now and should be glad
.
Time may not be on our side
And we need guidance and help from above
Time to wake up and abide.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2020
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