I was a little pessimistic when I wrote this little thing in 2017. Is there a reason to be optimistic now?
God has left the building and the planet too.
Hurricanes dance in the ocean. Hurricanes cohabit with earthquakes.
The heat is hotter.
Walls built with tiny hands will stop refugees but not bombs.
Children expelled from paradise. Limbo kids between heaven and hell.
But which is which?
The ax forgets, the tree remembers.
The forest never wins.
Mother nature is dead.
Father time has expired
Without a nation or destination, refugees flee in mass and cry in pain.
Destitute and dilute in the melting pot.
The entire political spectrum secretes excrement.
No one is totally innocent.
Hatred must be contagious.
Dust to dust. We’ll end up where we must.
By far, humans are the most dangerous animals.
Tragedy and catastrophe are our deserving fate.
Hell broke loose.
We are the victims of our crimes.
God lost interest.
I’m scared, but not constantly.
I’ve died before.
The smarter you are, the more you care and the more you suffer.
A world in despair with nothing to spare.
Where are all the saints and martyrs?
Fire burns ice.
Irrational skeptics.
Pathetic leaders are chosen by us.
Democracy expired a long time ago.
Never lose hope.
Votes don’t count when you don’t win.
The minority requires only one more in a draw.
Did parenthood ever have a plan?
Should feminism be only attached to females?
And machismo to men?
We’re descending into a black hole of our creation.
Protests are in vain when evil prevails.
Modern times are over.
Did the decline of civilization begin with a big bang?
Or with mud and a rib?
Right after we take our first breath, we begin to die.
But I know the end will never arrive if I die first.
The End
Edmundo Barraza
Lancaster, Ca. Sept-10-2017
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