The Quickly Disappearing Days of All Seasons
November is disappearing quickly
autumn colors remain unnoticed by the masses
only thing to look forward to is Thanksgiving,
but after the turkey and pumpkin pie are gobbled up, what is left?
The approaching killer cold of winter, that's what,
sweeping in with the anger of my father
after watching political programs on Sunday
and cursing the TV
This planet is in deep trouble
if our leaders do not heed the screams of today
anguished screams of pain and sorrow heard perennially
only bring despair and hopelessness; Man’s constant companions
Thank God Christmas is approaching soon
Christmas time, the day of the Pacifist
time to reflect and become better humans
to restore the lost sanity in this insane world gone awry
These are stressful times for many people
but there are those who flower in traumatic times;
should they give back to even the playing field?
Greed says "No!" Avarice says “Not in my lifetime”
and the forces of injustice say
“Not unless you get past our guns!”
November is disappearing quickly
but not the wretchedness of people at Christmas time
people still give from their hearts,
but wait anxiously for their year-end stipend;
the New Year bonus to improve their debts
People forever struggling, forever fighting for their dignity,
yet always remaining in the same place feigning progress
slowly creeping forward by the epoch, inch by inch,
within these quickly disappearing days of all seasons
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