There Is No Now
The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation
Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them
We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals
Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth
Has killed us all
In the past and future
There is no now…
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
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