Gray Hairs

Unseasonably warm, the rains come rolling in, soaking the ground beneath feet, more terrible storms are on the way, god must be exhausted watching the humans run around aimlessly, circles and squares, wealth and acquisition, the left hand unaware what the right is conspiring to do, using megaphone, using voice, because it’s all that I have, can’t put out fires, can only not fan the flames, largest gap ever and it’s just beginning, the beginning of the end, not with a bang but with a whimper, with the cries of the poor.


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