There’s bats in the belfry and whiskers on the moon
in the imbalance balanced way out fourth year.
Ruby throated hoarse sings the same tune –
facts don’t matter if what is said is not what you hear.
March in streets, protest the stench of gas fumes -
today’s the tomorrow yesterday warned we should fear.
Such crazy times we are living through. Your words describe it well, and I love the image you created to go with the verse.
ReplyDeleteYou said it ... all of it ... beautifully! Here's to the next four, may we find a way to get 'balanced.'
ReplyDeleteSusie this brought chills. The collage fits the disjointed,surreal feel of both the poem and these surreal times where every fact is disputed, diluted or discounted by minds that are molded by misinformation and fear. I especially liked that killer finish. Thanks for joining us at the 55, and for kicking some ass yourself this weekend.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, those closing lines are bang on. The world has collectively lost its centre, it seems........
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