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We Knew

You cannot control traffic. But you can stop your own car...

By Logan SoloPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Lullaby epitaphs whispered in tones

Showing the impact of pilotless drones

A phantasm promise of much better days

Gave us our distorted error of ways

The sky and the sea, both majestic and blue

Have turned ashen gray, with a yellowish hue

Where once there stood hospitals, now there are graves

In the land of the free and the home of the brave

Our leaders now tombstones, our neighborhoods gone

No one to argue what’s right and what’s wrong

The food is all gone, there is no use in trying

Unless you are into fine cannibal dining

We hide from each other, no one is your friend

Our world black and hopeless now this is the end

We all saw this coming, no mystery here

We sanctioned their lies with political fear

It snows now in summer, the fallout is nice

Nuclear winters were such a surprise

Our children will play in the rubble of time

We chose not to see; the worst kind of blind

Sometimes I look at the black morning sky

And cry hopeless tears without questioning why

It wasn’t a few that could hate more than most

Because we all hate just a little you know

So blame is like acid rain coming on down

It touches each one of us every day now

I once had a family, now I’m alone

Our world now in ruins, each one must atone

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Logan Solo

Life is a mirror and poetry is my reflection.

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