Schisms up the magnitude
of orders being smashed
isms being isms
In a world which couldn’t last,
balance out of kilter
in the ways that things are done
I woke to rise this morning
in a world without a sun.
They colonised the limits
with a spread of rank decay
polluting what was beautiful
with words we shouldn’t say,
their actions brought disasters
pushing further out to sea
the semblance of normality
and the realms of what could be.
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