The Last Days

Woe falls heavy onto the earth here in the last days.

Terrible deeds are done upon the unsuspecting and most innocent

Evil is on the lips and in the hearts of those who call themselves leaders

A plague upon the land brings fear, uncertainty and death

Humanity suffers and we are silenced

Take a shot, you soon have no choice

There are no answers and we are asked to trust

Trust the words coming from the mouths of the wicked

The world is gray and sad

No hope

In the midst of my grieving over all we have lost I look out through the glass

Beyond my window stands a tall tree

shimmering like diamonds in a veil of sparkling ice

The sky this evening is blue with crisp white clouds as the sun begins it’s climactic end of another dreary day

It is beautiful and a smile escapes my lips

I wonder how many beautiful moments remain as the world is sucked deeper into depravity

The birds sing blissfully unaware of the misery below

They will survive the insult on humanity

There are many days I wish I was a bird

As we brace against the collapse

The birds will still sing

As we all die

29.02.21

Musings of a post menopausal insomniac mind