This was my first poem on this platform. Sure it deserves a place among my favourites.. so here it is.
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Towards the pale blue dot
He set his course,
Traversing across galaxies
He reached at last, of course.
Shocked he was
To see the blue now turned brown,
Agonised, he wondered
What happened to his King's crown?
Thus pondering what went wrong
Down he came,
Dejected he was when he saw
People playing the blame game.
How fortunate His Lord's subjects were,
The Grim Reaper had once admired,
Yet hate, despair and jealousy was
The only thing that they'd now garnered.
Looting the land
And polluting the seas,
Apocalypse was in waiting
This he could clearly see.
Gathering his obscure paraphernalia
And his deathly scythe,
The old man ascended
Utterly unhappy and with a sigh.
Grimacingly he looked down
Only to see a big dead hole,
Prompting him to search for a place
Where people still worshipped their soul!
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Poetry{WP_Poetry featured✔} #6 - 25.06.2018 in #Poem Poems that will try to make a difference, poems that will try to inspire. And hopefully, poems that will try to awaken your sleeping spirit. Book cover made by @LadyMeringue
