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Deadlocked
Deadlocked
What tipped the scales
what has caused the rift,
the straw that added the extra
weight...Or was it a feather?
Have the lights gone out, has the grid
finally, broke?
Leaving us again depending
on God; And his scary Revelations.!
Clutching our blankets for heat.
We wait for man to repair that
which he has put in place to fail.
Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong
for sure.
We used to know that before
we stopped misplacing our convictions.
When neighbors knew, it was all or none;
When rent-parties and waistline parties,
were how we got through the worse days.
But now we just yell “save yourselves”;
Pack-up some pillows;
Grab your smartphones and outrun
the storm until your gas has finished;
Or until no--one accepts
your money for a bottle of clean water.
When shops are closed and the super wealthy has
Imposed upon you, their plan;
Plans which separates, God from man.
Leaving you to appeal to selfish men
with deadlocked hearts.
Copyright ©
Vicki Acquah
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