Missing Off the Grid
At some point on the edge of this human trial
of being frustrated, angry and tired
I stopped posting for awhile,
the exposes of this burning world on fire.
Did you notice I was gone
when so many others sang their songs?
Sitting back, stepping away from the torrent
observations on the earth left me depressively abhorrent.
How did we get to here
with lives are so lost upon this revolving sphere?
History will judge us by what occurs these days
wonder how the truth will be displayed
by the writers who emote
the words and actions spoke.
The times will come again
when the populace will surely take a stand
resuming and reigniting the moral gland
that lies deeply embedded within man.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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