The Naked Cruise
©2019, Olan L. Smith
Fear, rip through our domains like a ball of liquid sun
Yet, we cannot hide when inside is out; our turtle shells
Won't protect us in this crazy world of not; icebergs are
Melting, beaches are disappearing in a sea of tangled
Plastic...a ship finds hard passage. "Toward the port side,
Passengers, you will see an endless sea of trash, enjoy,
It will be with you for the rest of the cruise." The Naked
King declares night is day, red is green and his followers
Kneel on bend-ed knee, "Oh, great is the King of Nakedness,
Even his unwise wisdom it supreme, Oh hail, the Naked King!"
Our world bleeds green as she is raped by greed, until every
Tree is felled, and when barren as Mars it will rust red, temps
Will rise until the oceans boil away, and Earth is a red rock
Third from the sun. So, go ahead, caretakers of earth, hide
Your necks in the shells god has provided, and witness your
World disappears under the leadership of naked-lies revealed.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
