Armageddon (a poem)

Armageddon

I wonder if your heroes are
Who they claim to be …
The people who you honor
In their houses by the sea

Sometimes I just don’t understand
They tell me what to do. These people are
Breathing air and drinking water
Just like me and you

The greatest people on the earth
And all their equity!
We all deserve respect they say
While sipping on some tea

A white bird hovers overhead
Floats above the living dead
Lord, will she rescue me
From the people by the sea

If it’s all the same, like they say, still
It might be the houses that give it away
There’s something funny goin’ on
‘Cause I don’t think it’s time yet for armageddon

The entertainers you employ
Have all become journalists
And the politicians you don’t trust
Got a raise some fresh paint and a treatment for rust

Biomechanicals are surrounding us now
And AI knows what you’re thinking
Level the playing field with Fentanyl
And entertaining and politics don’t require much skill

They can make anything out of me
They can make two plus two equal three
But now and then some of the paint will peel off
And inside it looks like a bag full of rocks

A white bird hovers overhead …
She’s still floating above the living dead
Lord, please will she rescue me
From the people by the sea

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• Mark Urso
  mark@markurso.com
  @A_Candle_Lit_2