The Sky Ablaze
The crimson sky,
Ablaze with poetic anger
Hurling meteorite words
At the moon,
Blasting new craters
Of indignant
Frustration
Nowhere is justice served,
Except in poetic ramblings
Of what ought to be
Why can't others see?
Is it a delusional world
That only I can see?
No, Sharon's viper
Has bitten most all
The meaningless outcomes
Of life,
Why the towers should fall...
A mystery destined
To follow us to the grave
One can only hope
That some may be saved.
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