These Things...
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These things I lament:
apathy's bottomless pit;
the burning of books
in shadowlands of bigots;
knuckle - dragging trolls
poisoning the Internet;
rare pearls of Art cast
before philistines and swine,
and then discarded,
never to be recognised,
whilst junk culture is
derigeur and glorified;
last known traces of
a broken alcoholic;
probably a saint,
or a rejected poet;
prophets crucified
while vain- glorious elites
live long and prosper;
Beauty corroded
by voguish, plastic treatments;
worship of money
and golden idols of fame.
figures of light transforming
into dark angels
in the twinking of an eye;
screaming oppression
under cold steel of warfare,
which never ceases.
These are the things I lament.
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