‘No words come to mind’ she said in her head Tossing and turning in her great comfy bed A poem a day is no easy task Perhaps she’d have more luck if she carried a flask She looked through her window expecting dark skies, for pollution in Hanoi was always nearby She gasped with delight as she noticed the blue and out poured the words, her mind feeling anew no natural solution to this manmade pollution until mama earth’s unforgiving revolution Education is tainted with hidden agendas Conditioning minds to consume and produce with no time for hearing the cries of our great big world’s darkening skies A rant she could feel was stewing inside brewing and boiling ready to burst out from all sides yet, who would be listening save trolls and the choir it’s too late for preaching upon this darkened hour Tis the season for slowing down our pace An era to set aside race, gender, age and birth place It’s a call upon warriors to march into place Pause and reflect, listen and hear The moment for action is tangibly near For those believing, its crystal clear Love for all life is the answer, my dear ‘What did you say’ her partner woke in a fright for she had been ranting and raving all through the night ‘Oh nothing bae’ she answered with no delay ’this poem a day might just prove that I’m cray’
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Christeine
4/1/2017 11:19:37 am
Ahhh! I love it :) Dr. Truth
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Jill Robertson
4/2/2017 11:17:53 am
You know there's gunna be a revolution.
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