Volcanic eruptions abound
With each step that we turn around
Muted voices rival against the loud
Scrambling from the darkening crowd
So we tremble in our rooms all alone
Eyes focused on blood images of our own
As the sly sooty wind twists and turns
It fans fires across continents as each burns
Lights out, lockdown, you have no power
A prisoner trapped in the hand of each hour
The rumbling rolls into a cumulative groan
Groundswells of power claim the throne
With a quick mathematical calculation
The masses of the powerless have overtaken
The viral infection leaves little room for choice
Unless we elect to speak in a bystander’s voice…
Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a post I read on random rants ruminations ramblings Please check out Kunal Thakore to read about the Japanese word kuebiko
which helps describe the state many find themselves in with current complexities facing us in many parts of the world.Check out the post at this link: https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2016/07/15/the-deliciousness-of-words-iii/
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