Mirian Parrilla Garcia Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Signs

The signs 
Signs of the times echoing like thunder roaring
Like a lion pain and devastation cries blowing in the
Wind players taking a knee to close to home 
Violated striped fear broke need to be spoken out loud 
Mountains of black clouds surround the sky 
Red blankets cover the wounded white sheets cover the dead
Hate has no place to hide but in a sick mind blind to the light
The signs of the times predictable how often predicted come true
The love will grow cold respect and honor for them self’s and others
What we hear and see is long overdue told over and over till blue
In the face still we go on not for seen the signs of the times 
Ignoring as if all is well must go well are we that brainwashed 
That jousts well-hit home to wake up the nightmare has just begun
To hit look around you feel the cold air weather changing patterns 
People behave problematic what is there to say of the
Future of tomorrow will they be a better tomorrow words to ponder 
There is nothing left to the imagination for all is expose 
Not tow are alike, not tow are the same, not tow and two make four 
Not anymore not sure what I am trying to say but it is what it comes 
To mind

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