Roses are in bloom
and summer is in the air.
I love the whole world.
This mood is quite rare.
So rare is this mood,
that it does not exist
This is a piece of shit,
with just a new twist.
Fuck the red roses.
And to hell with summer time.
I hate the whole world
because it’s filled with racist slime.
I don’t need to play nice.
Nor will I write about fairies.
The whole world is on fire
and I am done with ‘hail marys’.
Prayers, I don’t need.
They have no relevance.
People must be praying
for the spread of malevolence.
When I look around
only brutality do I see.
There is no real love.
I see evil and barbarity.
You say that life is great!
Who are you kidding?
Wake up and face reality
of the bombing and the killing.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
This poem is all about sarcasm and irony. Summer will soon be upon us but it would seem to be another ‘Summer of our discontent’. I cannot see the roses for the brutality and the suffering that is being inflicted by so-called ‘humans’ against each other.
Good poem Shelby. Keep them coming.
Leslie
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Hopefully popular resistance will under go a major upsurge over the next 12 months and next summer will be better.
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