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D Thornhill Apr 2022
how will it all end
under ukrainian blue

of an ancient land
freedoms are dust on rubble

dreams, hopes, place, and lives
lay shattered among glass shards

only wanting their
country for life and culture

how will it all end
under ukrainian blue

how will it all end
on ukrainian yellow

after countless red
has been spilled upon its soil

death in destruction
has been brought upon its land

scorched, burned, barren lies
a once rich, plentiful land

how will it all end
on ukrainian yellow

by a crazed bald bear
its land brutalized, swallowed

normal life becomes
mass graves, running terrified

its people scattered
among four distant corners

how will it all end
under ukrainian blue
on ukrainian yellow
©️ d_t + b
D Thornhill Mar 2022
am getting older
affairs are in disorder
am not looking back
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D Thornhill Mar 2022
seven days ago
spring’s start was celebrated
then heavy snows fell
winter ignored the memo
the marching band carried on
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D Thornhill Mar 2022
burnt orange, teal trim
beach cottage apparel splashed
against pastel clouds
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D Thornhill Mar 2022
it was fun, given
up freely for growing old
so much in life is
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D Thornhill Feb 2022
on sidewalks rain falls
creating a leopard look
fading into gray
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D Thornhill Feb 2022
ticks forward

i grew up knowing of the doomsday clock. hearing it tick. accepting it, but knowing people were working to make sure never would midnight ring.

today people seem to be working hard for midnight to sound. ones that would have tried to avoid such an event before. wanting to have the world slip back into another era of evil. though they will deny it.

another era whose legacy will be millions of faultless lives extinguished.

after all cried, never again, the world has forgotten, become distracted, begun living in denial. it sits ready for the command to reignite the flames of destruction.

here i stand nearing the end of my time witnessing mankind’s journey. dejected and wondering, what have the reasons been for in overcoming countless struggles.

when they become forgotten. when lessons are never learned. when sacrifice no longer matters.

so much good wasted. so many innocent lives taken. so much pain and heartache endured.

always for personal, megalomaniac, grandiose reasons.

the clock ticks forward
never again now ignored
midnight is at hand
©️ dt + b
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