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.
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.
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.
So true, very good. I saved your poem for future quote when you are famous.
Haha, probably when I am long gone, if ever!
The septuple stabbed are turning on the triple and quad shanked.....
We live in interesting times.
Your poem reminds me of Yeats. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43290/the-second-coming
Very good!
Beautiful 👍.