What If
What if this strange, tired, sleeping world
Should one day waken from its slumber
And like the cold hand of death unfurled
Revealing dark secrets that lie among its number,
Exposing in the clear light of truth
How childish innocence was taken as plunder
And how preyed upon the fears and doubts of youth
And all the foundations broken down and torn asunder,
What if the death knell has already struck
And all our precious freedoms are denied
Crushed underfoot with a proud and contemptuous look
And our great civilisation has already died.
O forbid such thoughts even in my fearful dreams
That this dark hour be not what it seems.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021.
26/1/21
Copyright © W.A. Cholt | Year Posted 2021
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