Strangling Thistle
Strangling Thistle
Puff grey smoke strings pollute the sky.
Dull minds remain deaf to vigilant whistle,
distracted by the flower of strangling thistle,
while time silently passes on by.
Youth in a basement getting high.
“I'm just doing my job” says an official.
Thirteen percent towards government missiles.
Dehumanize, and silence opposing cries.
Lift up your brother consumed by hate.
Stand your ground in moral conviction,
Natural law will rain from above.
Free will forever dancing with fate.
Now is the time to change our condition.
Choose to create from a place of love.
Copyright © Joshua Dusome | Year Posted 2017
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