SPRKS IN CSF: In the Arenas

SPRKS IN CSF: In the Arenas:   Hopes and fears  perhaps rhymes with peace and prayers... May be here in our dystopian universe, they are all the same, There in the cold,...

In the Arenas

 Hopes and fears  perhaps rhymes with peace and prayers...

May be here in our dystopian universe, they are all the same,

There in the cold, lies ethics, limp, deathly ill, the rasp of its last breaths...

we hear the croaking , struggling throat, groans of death;

Bullied by a thug whose gilded crown blinds all,

Blinded by tyranny's scars, our gouged eyes glare,

Sightless we just stumble over ethics,

Into the depths of the abyss,

Hugs death in these Kaos times, here hope fears all  merge,

Mirrors the days in all our souls,

As all stare, the fast cancers consume all,

Thoughts, learning, science, ethics, keel all to their deaths...

As the mindless cheer all at the gladiator games,

Games that the tyrant's stage,

Oh, for oil and grabbed power... despots all play the same games!

Yet all the mindless cheer in the arenas, 

Of our cities and factories, we  are stalked  ,

As the poor are game- fending off the hungry beasts,

Their  hunger to avenge, roaring with cruel glee,

In the arenas, where ethics  lays down weary ,dying...

Poem by Pc-3  (10/04/2025)