Eyes on us

All eyes on… us.
As the only ones
who can save us,
is us…
as cries to Sky Daddy
are unheralded…
as knees bend
to despots
with swollen ankles
and bad english,
by way of indistinguished
ladies and gentlemen
who don’t serve
the people…
instead,
they give alms
to mammon…
while ignoring
their poets,
even the oft quoted…
I wrote this in
a flourish,
so that it will echo,
hello?
as I repeat,
the only ones
who can save us,
is us…
but we won’t
accomplish the task
if we don’t
like each other
so much.

Over 🎼 in the crates, created by my son’s ✋️.

A reading of the aforementioned piece as part of: The Pa and Son Adventures – 🎶 credit, complements of theGentlemanBoss

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes