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My World
My Life is off centre,my world
Spins, unevenly gyrating endlessly
Throwing events,spewing,raging!
and I am clinging on!
I feel from a vortex of uncertainty
The dogs of Brexit barking at me!
I am a leper colonised in a world
Of no debate, no reasoning,
Blessed are the peacemakers who
Internally rage in voiceless
Bewilderment at the dogs of war.
I sit in the cactus house with knowledge
Of the consequence of warmth and
Touch.
Who are we in the archives of history?
We are the plastics!the media dolls,
Swimming in seas of our own polymer
excreta.
Devouring till we drown.
And Mother Earth chokes,
Oesophageal rupture, till
The last drop of humanity slides
From the corner of her mouth.
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