Autumn

We are all staring

as the old barn collapses,

there will be no rise

 

it will fade like leaves

as they fall down and decay,

this is all there is

 

there is no phoenix

only the ashes and dust,

and cities of rust

 

there’s no God to trust

as the harvest lays rotting.

The voiceless now sing

 

songs that were muted

about lives that were looted

since the beginning.

 

Autumn is here now

the fat sow is done eating

but the farmer’s drunk

 

and the butcher’s dead

only the pigs and their filth

remain, as snow falls.

 

 

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #223 Rise&Fall

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I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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