2 Ben
Red Lunar Skywalker
I am a Poet
In a soulless Age---
Relentless Rage
Intolerable Images
Rise to dim the Eyes
Of would-be Heroes---
I am a Poet
In a loveless Age---
Out of Time and Place---
Where manufactured Media flows
From Factories of Mediocrity
We Assemble
Like Beasts at the Trough
Sensing imminent Slaughter---
Who can hear
A Poet’s Voice amid the Din?
Who will listen---
Who comprehend
The Depth of our Descent
So close and soon upon us?
The green, fecund Earth
Unspeakably dear
Howls in Desperation---
Wounded beyond Recognition
We are falling
Off the Horizon again---
Sailing over the Edge
On Ships of Ignorance and Fear.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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