From the tallest heights I scan
For signs of life
In subterranean battlefields I dig
For residues of meaning

Bruised & confused
The landscape is bleak
And senses recede

Rainbows are severed from divinity
Whilst colours no longer connect
Black holes at night trap tomorrow’s daylight
And vision is vague & impaired

Tongues of knowledge
Are muted on the altar of ignorance
Wailing infants aren’t heard
And the elderly & infirm lost to silence


Tell me
Is it the same for you?

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