Waiting
Everyone is waiting for something dramatic to happen but they cannot tell from which angle, everyone is waiting for something to happen and it has to be a miracle.
There is so much tension in the air; everyone is walking around in fear, the dogs have not been fed and some people cannot get out of bed, they are still reeling from the weekend massacre and the alcohol hangover.
See them stranding over there? With stern faces they are relying on the law of probability to lead them to their destiny. They all have ambitious plans on how to get rid of the virtuous one, but somewhere between the hanger and the carrier the strong one is waiting to diffuse their song.
The markets are doing fine but religion is on the decline, inflation is hanging on a single thread and the interest rate is romancing in bed. There is still some uncertainty out there but the expertise said there is nothing to fear. They have created the narrative and have the whole world jumping to the rhythm of the bongo man.
There is no more interest rate hike, despite the trouble in the sky, the cost of living is cruising in the breeze and many people don’t have much to eat, but they said by the end of the year the high interest rate will disappear.
They have been waiting for many years for life to return to normal but every time they enter the spot the creditor keeps asking for more. They have been living pay check to pay check for the past five years; they manage to stay alive through a series of painful sacrifice and holding on to their pride.
How much more can they do when the children need a brand-new pair of shoes, they need text book and school uniform but their dad is locked in jail and their mother paycheck cannot prevail . The chaos must cease so that they can have some peace.
The violence in the Middle East has change the game and the Russian are going insane, Ukraine is falling off the front page but America'spromises still stands.
Russia is regrouping in the midnight lagoon and the Kremlin watching the night sky at noon. He is waiting for a miracle to pass by.
Winter begins its journey to take over the black sea. The mission is long but winter will be there on time to take you to a different level. The game has changed so don’t wait on Russia and Ukraine, you must get on the express train before it’s too late.
Bullets are raining in the middle east and the Gods is about to sign a new decree one that will rescue you and me. They have been waiting for someone to come, to get them from the cellar and the dirty gutter, but each time they try to make a move, the rifle man at the door fire bullets in the air to invoke fear.
I still have hope that the waiting will not be in vain; everyone will get the chance to walk through the iron gate .The long wait is coming to an end and everyone will escape safely from the lion’s den.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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