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A Battle Fought

A Battle Fought

 

Sadness lies in its beauty

a splendour lost to tears of despair

Abused and disfigured of no recognition

by its custodians

Groups of vandals and thugs tarnish

our land with vile smears

Their desire to wage wars 

long since already fought

to acquire wealth at all costs

Sea beds littered with the 

skeletons of sunken warships

Oil thick black slime covers

our once pristine beaches

Scrutiny is given to weaponary

and nature afforded a mere glance

An undeserving people

huddle inside their comfort zones

The blind lead the cohorts of the blind

as a plastic world is forged

the residue of quick money

Inter continental missiles with

their bleary domed warheads

peer skywards

with one purpose in mind

God has been abandoned

by the ubiquitous despots of the age

The era of instant gratification rules

unabated

Hope is spread slither thin

and to cap it all

Italy won the Cup

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 13th Jul 2021 16:54

Hope is spread thin, Keith, but it is still there. A tour de force.

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