Slap in the face is my biggest disgrace.
For this world order is little but a lie.
Same old story regurgitated by new crooks.
Sort of people who want to burn books.
Damaging our future for their own greed.
Slaughtering this pearl called democracy.
Inconvenient to plans they wish to enact.
Its why often terrorists is what they’ve backed.
This set of rules is never followed.
Peace will not be an aim.
Liquidity is a driving concept.
Mother nature cries again.
Tears down the face of stone.
What stands will never survive this…
Madness wrought with a toothy grin.
Victims to them are worth sacrificing.
What should not be has long come to pass.
And our home is as fragile as glass.
Yet into harsh flames it continues to be held.
Before long it will be felled by our jesters.
They have become those in power.
Our species lesser as it divides like a falling tower.
Deicide in the lens.
Positivity is down again.
Sold for profit, stripped for parts.
Gone are purest hearts.
That is why our statues cry.
Weeping for what will be the last goodbye.
Squandered possibilities long lost.
What will be paid is a too high cost.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 