Friday, 30 May 2014

Dystopia 2014

Ill winds blowing angrily
Swirled the turning tide
Leaving those in shaky shelter
Needing somewhere else to hide

Barricades of special interests
Protecting stores and stocks
Fooled their loyal soldiers
Without keys to fit the locks

On guard they stood there daily
Keeping eyes on points of view
Slow to shift from their position
Unfurling flags of midnight blue

Many nights of falling rain
Morning cloudbursts underlined
How the weathered bad moon rising
Left good reason undermined

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