Humanity is in a state of Emergency,
An embodiment of corrupt cygnets swaggering with progressing infirmity,
Increasing frailty in humanitarian response, adrift a purposeless lot,
How we gather thought is incomprehensibly inexplicable,
Hurting bad from a word on the internet, than a beggar at the door step,
Our bodies we have vitrified, as though an act of kindness leads to a bandage,
Only a sprout of grey fennel might cure our ill,
But that too never did exist, at this rate we too will be extinct.
Great response to the wordle Joy, I like the approach you took…well done.
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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Powerful imagery; expressive poem.
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Thank you.
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Great poem.
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Thank you 😊
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