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There is an anger inside me
Burning
Like the crashing trees of the Amazon

There is rage inside me
Roaring
Like the hurricanes of the Atlantic

There is sadness inside me
Pouring
Like the torrents of the flood waters of Southern Spain

There is dis-ease inside me
Spreading
Like the epidemics of the Congo
I think we must all stop
And change
Everything that we do
If we wish to survive
25th Sept 2019
Sadness has never been so beautiful
Yet so dangerous
I have been warned
Not to make my mouth
A funeral for the truth

But how dull
        the unembellished life
A birth          A death
And time's pranks between
What is left when the lies
        are struck?
Lethal mediocrity
Somewhere out there a newborn baby plays,
Unaware of the fact that eventually our planet will die out.
Unaware of the irreversible damage that arises.

Humans are causing the extinction of the human race.
We don’t realize that we are causing an apocalyptic chain of destruction.
We don’t realize that we are extinguishing the probability of making this corrupted world that we live in better.

Although the citizens of this dying planet are speaking,
Their argument is being flushed out by the want for money that has plagued the minds of many.
Change has been asked for but change has not been made.
A Saint Jude Prayer Card


I thought to pray for a serious need, you see

But

Saint Jude seems a little annoyed with me
St. Jude really does appear to be annoyed, not unlike my high school principal.

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It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
 Sep 2019 Mary Gay Kearns
Vic
I can't believe it's actually happening,
It's all I wanted for so long.
And fantasy becomes reality,
But it all feels so wrong?
A "poem" every day.
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