Thursday, September 5, 2019

Through Earth's Wasteland on a Moving Train

Through earth's wasteland on a moving train,
Looking out the window at a strange terrain.
From the other direction, a train comes passing,
Makes me look faster with the world going backwards.
Dilapidated gains causing memory pains.
Where once millions of bright flowers bloomed,
Now is bathed in dim light’s dreary gloom.
One Guard at the gate with no one to communicate,
Arriving on time finding the dawn late.

Once there was a peaceful horizon
When Yasser met Menachem and England returned Hong Kong.
Then Obama flashed his shiny teeth,
Chewing us into the belly of the beast.
Hopeful dreams became tarnished, unpolished,
As the Owner of dogs shortened our leashes,
Tied us to fence posts water out of reaches.
The stories that we told before optimism slipped away,
Are there no more songs for us to sing today?

The relentless dripping of a drying Willow Wash,
Love River’s algae re-polluting,
As our wind is catching sail, distancing us,
Our world’s recovery in the infirmary.
As science finds solutions, pundits find denial.  
Nature overtaken, revival overthrown,
Putting into doubt humanity’s survival,
Remedial education in a corner all alone,
Who tried to break this old man's bones?

Knick knack paddy whack,  keeping all my bones,
She’ll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes.
Growing and knowing right from wrong,
With the world in revision, let's stay strong.
Reaching fruition, multiplication,
As the numb world falls into delusional fearing,
See clearly the inches and fractions cohering.
Gaining passion with every movement bold,
The new world emerging from the shell of the old.

September 5, 2019
Copyright © 2019 by David Barry Temple. All rights reserved 


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