Sepia-tinged fields outside my window,
Sun-baked dust eroded and carried aloft,
Whirling devils coat grimy, broken glass,
Everything washed away with the previous rainfall;
Nothing green remains, nothing moves;
We only ever wanted,
To get through it,
We couldn’t contemplate the true costs,
This scarce, dry world filled with old men and women,
With little energy,
To do nothing but hang on;
We lost the young generation in its final throes,
Our scientists, engineers, rose-tinted future world leaders,
They were going to be our last hopes to get us out of this mess;
Then the pandemic happened.

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Brilliant piece my friend ππ€
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Thank you!! π
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You’re always welcome ππ€
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Well now I’m all depressed –lol…omg. If we had to rely on the world leaders we’d be in trouble….brilliance comes in unexpected ways …
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It’s sort of reminiscent of “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot — have you ever read it?
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Oh don’t get me onto reading lol. This has been the worst OCD-affected activity. Any guesses why? π I used to read loads and loved it, I’m in recovery now trying to learn to read again π.
Ohh it’s a poemβ I’ve never read any poetry! But I found this quote from it:
“This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
And can see what you mean. Maybe this is the kind of poetry I could get along with π€.
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I was never a huge poetry fan myself, but there are some poets I enjoy a lot. You never know what’s out there.
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Ohh, interesting π
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It could also be an epic rock song π
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