Steeped in melancholia
and adorned in robes of sorrow,
I walk among the wretched.
They will be dead before tomorrow.
Bleached bones lie in the sand
stripped bare of any flesh
as they prepare to turn to dust
and are blown away like ash.
Alone, I stand and look
upon the dry and barren plains.
And I shrug and walk away
from what used to be fruited plains.
An empire meets its fate
just like in days of old
And as Rome did fall from grace,
America’s future was foretold.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
Well done Shelby. It is beautiful, more sad than angry. We can only hope that something more equitable rises from the ashes, for what we have now is sorely wanting.
Leslie
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Thank you Leslie! Yes, we can only hope! But alas, hope has run out for so many!
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Then it is up to us to speak for them.
Leslie
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I try Leslie! I really do!
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You do Shelby and you so it so well. Please don’t give up or stop.
Leslie
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Great post, Shelby. It’s dead on and very sad.
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Thank you Leen61. Sadness seems to be the rule of ‘my’ day. I hope that all is well with you!
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All is well with me, Shelby. Thank you for asking.
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When a door closes, a window opens … and even if it doesn’t, I am at peace with my life. 😉
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Good for you Wolfess! Would that all of us could say that. I know no peace and it pains me much.
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Nicely done Shelby. Regards
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That is high praise coming from you toritto! And I thank you for it!
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And history will go on repeating itself
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And isn’t that such a sad fact, newsfortherevolution? Indeed, it is! Thank you so much for your comment!
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Well done, Shelby. Your poetry gets better and better.
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