Clover fields
and sun-drenched skies,
wispy clouds,
they are but lies.
Everyone
is shrill, is cold–
nothing’s real,
they’ve lost their souls.
Smiling kids
with viper’s fangs
ring their bells–
for death, they clang.
Lovers in
their secret rooms
turn to dust
inside their tombs.
Nations rise
while others fall
but this time
death comes for all.
Shadows play
before my eyes,
whispering
what next will die.
Go along
and play your games
while the world
erupts in flames.
7-7-19
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