Wednesday, October 23, 2024

winds of change

you bite the hand that feeds you
have the nerve to ask for more
while family and friends are praying
behind the locked, closed door
it seems to be your fancy
to do just as you please
while rivers are red and flowing
upon the empty streets

you claim "I didn't do this"
"it wasn't only me"
Judas stands there knocking
for the gold he needs
the winds of change blow gently
then gust to hurricane force
as you wonder how it happened
shake your head with little remorse
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

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