Sunday, February 2, 2020
SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia
SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia: Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth , Your sensors have sensed it and to feed you go, With all those who cra...
Oh pycnopodia
Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth ,
Your sensors have sensed it and to feed you go,
With all those who crave such a carcass, gluttons all...
Akin to a giant octopus , for long we nurtured the so called democracy,
But our efforts in vain, for long before us the reef had died,
All was just vain hopes for conscience and honor , for none lives ,
Just wisps of decay that flickered , in its ghostly glow ,
Of a long dead democracy , of a death of hope and of truths,
To the dead oceans , our personal truths too go to die , with us,
With our futures, present,past ;history too, all forgotten,
All laid to rest , for life cannot sustain in such toxic soup....
(poem by - pc3 - 01/31/2020)
Your sensors have sensed it and to feed you go,
With all those who crave such a carcass, gluttons all...
Akin to a giant octopus , for long we nurtured the so called democracy,
But our efforts in vain, for long before us the reef had died,
All was just vain hopes for conscience and honor , for none lives ,
Just wisps of decay that flickered , in its ghostly glow ,
Of a long dead democracy , of a death of hope and of truths,
To the dead oceans , our personal truths too go to die , with us,
With our futures, present,past ;history too, all forgotten,
All laid to rest , for life cannot sustain in such toxic soup....
(poem by - pc3 - 01/31/2020)
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