Bluebells, blue skies shinning through cold breezes,
Colourful cardigans woven, when we refuse instead of woolly jumpers
Spraying blue stone on growing potatoes, protection from virus
Seasons merge, submerge, merge, into transform into freak storms

Now we rest, we shelter, under red skies
Where carbon dioxide is carried by strong wind currents
Dry roasted soil leached of its nutrients
Empty promises, (blue shipped) now protected by reinforced by plastic incests

We burn! We scar! we please anybody but ourselves
Pleaser look at my facebook, sign into my instrogerm how prety I look
No need to carry on reading fake news.
Please press like, my world is not fake. Is yours?

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem