Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


BLEAK WIND

The world passes by
Speaking a strange language

That seems like the tongue
Of a distant planet

Where the notion of suicide
Seems a viable option

For those under the spell
Of alien gods

So that madness becomes
The season’s latest fashion

Advertised by the victories
Of armies of death

And if this is a preface
To the fabled end of days

We can only hope it comes
While we’re lost in better dreams

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