"Heard the singers playing, how we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together, trying to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pouring, falling on my ears.
And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain."
Creedence Clearwater Revival ~ Who'll Stop the Rain
The world is bullet mad.
Anger twists tongues in to threats,
tomorrow smells like smoke.
How many bombs until
the earth is gone?
How much thirst until we’re dust?
Religion is collecting martyrs,
bartering evil for a god stamp.
Love is four letters of unknown.
Too many people are chasing endings,
betting on blood for new beginnings.
The world is bullet mad….
©Susie Clevenger 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform
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Too many people are chasing endings,
Betting on blood for new beginnings.
A lot of truth here, Susie. I think the attitude we have been using, "let's talk about it and not be hasty" has come to its end.
"Goodly did," as one of my friends would coyly say.
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Tomorrow smells like decay.
An ending that spells reality and of the doomed feelings of tomorrow. Can here be salvation!
Hank
This seems to be true when one hears the news of the day.. but I do believe that the majority of people are more loving of their neighbours than hateful.
Anna :o]
bartering evil for a god stamp.
Love is four letters of unknown.
This is sadly true in times like these. Powerfully penned, Susie.