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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #515680
An old poem on a feeling about an appocalpyse.
Seeing Silicon Valley in the sea,
I read aloud to my small but kind friend.
I read of how the bomb went off again in Nagasaki.
We walked over to the new cliffs and sat down.
The new moon rose up and brought new, bold life.
The half breeds came calling.

The world has changed so much in so little.
I saw the birds, cats and dogs lie feet facing up, defaced;
erased of all life.
This is why we cling to and try to climb the walls of life.

The industrial powers now taking over;
men, women and children dieing from fumes.
Lecherous mobs revolting against the barons of the income bourgeois.
There was a civil war for the last time against the religions.

The future can go into the past and rewrite the history of and in the present.

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