Calligraphic curvatures

***** into the undertones

Of changes we opposed;

Leaving us floundering amidst

The dreams of a falling star’s

Last kiss.

World of War

We are;

Tolerant of the evils in our mist

And willing to receive death

In return for bliss.

The Colossus comes

And casts its shadow across our world,

Yet we stand before it and watch our demise approach us,

                                like a modern ***** and Gomorrah.

Dear Friend,

        If we continue to misplace our freedoms

        Then it is a certainty that we are just digging our own graves.