Truth, like foggy dew,
Settles o’er a world bent askew.
A light, persistent, gentle rain
Falls down upon a scorched and blistered earth,
Quenching white hot lies,
Again, and again.
‘Til all that remains
Is cold, hard steel
Which we now can touch and feel, knowing it’s real.
Awakened at last, we stand, aghast.
While overhead, the sky, now grey and gold,
Mocks the black night of recent old,
When darkness boiled
And evil oiled
A blistering storm surge,
A mounting, corrupt red-black thickening tide,
Swirling, frothing and foaming
With deception, power, greed and pride.
But the day now is young
And soon, a hard rain will fall,
When bloodied ivory towers,
One and all
Shall tumble to the ground
Spilling their inhabitants onto streets of shame,
Washed by torrents of red rain.
Ardern's ivory tower has collapsed today - either that or she jumped out the window.
Situational irony listening today to Al Gore’s Davos speech and then reading your beautiful poem. Thank you for the pulling us back from the brink of lunacy the WEF promotes.