a red sun rises
in a bleak black world.
new day dawns,
new words form,
new hate
new spite
new anger.
we saw the world in Black and White
so we tried to add colour-
rainbows of light-
but the pride of the people
worsened the gap,
and drove the two further apart.
at the end of the day,
the world lies still
and slowly sinks into darkness.
at the end of the day,
we don't care
who lives, who dies,
who struggles, who survives.
just two separate teams;
neither one winning.
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Wildflower
Poetry"We don't let Wildflowers grow here, Independent minds and wild hearts are not encouraged." - Alice in Wonderland A collection of short poems by me 🌸
