But the Sun is Fine
The sky is purple from poisons,
The water an oily green,
Trees are bent and withered,
Rivers and soil bleed.
My friends are colored black or white,
( yellow, red, brown?)
The rich are bloated blue from decadence,
The homeless mute and out of sight.
The ancient ones are cast away,
The youth literally lost in virtual reality,
The earth and all our hopes are twisted together
Like an unwieldy ball of yarn.
The north is red faced with shame,
The south red necked with ignorance,
The women indigo from the exhaustion
of having to remain looking young,
The men drunk on money, sex and sports,
And no one knows who to trust anymore.
The animals are frightened,
The plants would flee if they could.
The dogs are fighting endlessly,
One bad and one is good.
But fear not!
The sun is reliably brilliant
Sending us nothing but warmth and light.
We shall adapt, we always do,
This is the dark before a new dawn.
The world will become as we dream it to be.
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