Lise Clendening Poet Kyrielle

Rose-Coloured Glasses

The calamity of the world,
The cries of hunger ring so loud,
The wars slaughtering so many—
My rose-coloured glasses I wear.

Wildfires keep burning so brightly,
Lives destroyed all in one big sweep.
Families weeping and searching—
My rose-coloured glasses I wear.

The greed of money knows no end,
Men with egos at the table,
Denouncing the name of the Lord—
My rose-coloured glasses I wear.

Hate has more power than love now,
An eye for an eye, so deadly.
Living hell on earth, so I grab
My rose-coloured glasses I wear.

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Oliver Mckeithan January 25, 2025 at 11:49 PM Nice piece. Unfortunately so true. We need the rose colored glasses though or we would go crazy with worry. Lise Clendening January 26, 2025 at 7:04 AM So true, Oliver! Thank you!

Ian Jay Plaza January 25, 2025 at 8:56 PM This accurately reflects society today. So sad yet so alarming. I know people notice but do not take action unless it benefits them. Nice work. Lise Clendening January 26, 2025 at 7:03 AM Yes, it is so sad and alarming Ian! Thank you!