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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