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Aug 25
They say the end is near
An empty prediction
Nay, an estimation.

Media man spreads the word
Like an unforgiving pestilence;
Fan the flames a little more.

Did you hear the news?
Of course you did,
It’s embedded in our mind.

The sirens blare
Our panic will have to wait
Time now for our commercial break.

Tell me a story, Grandpa
Of a time before the screen
I’ll listen here upon your knee.

A time with hope; peace of mind
Before we knew too much
We were never meant to hold such empathy.

Where man was free
Of distant tragedy, when
Smiling wasn’t such a rarity.

Let us interrupt this tale
Welcome back to reality
Now tell us all that
Tomorrow may never come.

Say it again the day after next
The one after that and more.
We will remain with vigilance
Eventually you’ll be right.

At least for now,
We have our memories.
Anthony Smith
Written by
Anthony Smith  26/M/Montana
     ryn, Bogdan Dragos and Anthony Smith
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