September 7
The vandals have taken control;
Capricious, mean and grim.
One by one, across the land,
Lights flicker out, or dim.
Beacons, once so strong,
Now weaken,
Unmanned,
Spurned by the new regime.
It will take time time to count the toll
Of the night we failed to dream.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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Being a bit bleak, aren't we?
ReplyDeleteI love the spoken words, i'm deeply touched
ReplyDeleteI love it. Gorgeous work.
ReplyDeleteThese are frightening times indeed! Well written!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect.
ReplyDeleteA cow of a situation?
ReplyDeletethis is a grim picture of todays world
ReplyDeletethat is sadly so accurate....
How I wish you were wrong.
ReplyDeleteThe grim visuals on this are amazing! :)
ReplyDeletehere enter the dark days
ReplyDelete... the night we failed to dream
ReplyDeleteSo much hope that things would be different, that there would be a complete shift... and then more of the same. I can fully empathise with the 'bleakness' of this poem.
A very heavy poem that is despair itself. It pulled my senses down.It did what it was meant to do I guess!
ReplyDeleteI hold the Labor Party responsible for this state of affairs. The majority vote was against Labor and not for Liberal. We will be stuck with Liberal for years now. At least 10. Truly the country would be better off being run by my cocker spaniel!
ReplyDeleteVery deep write here. Things change eventually...
ReplyDeleteTime to man the citadel then.
ReplyDeleteAnd I refuse to be politically-correct - man it is and man it shall remain!
I know the feeling.
ReplyDeletedark and thought provoking..indicative of pervasive unrest in our present times. excellent artistry of words
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