Echoes of Distant Thunder
The fabric of space and time
Clinging onto my celestial wind chime
As upon the tidal wave of human tragedy I climb
Carefully tight roping that thin red line,
Can’t imagine a more confusing age
Where non-intellectual body tattoos are the rage
Where history is forgotten just turn the page
Where reptilian entities emerge on the threat gauge,
Megalomaniacs and their slanted politics
Hanging with fentanyl dealers as their favorite cliques
Hard to tell the difference between the men and the chicks
Remember they said the presidential election was a fix,
They keep saying that it’s all about the science
When it’s really drivel from the unholy alliance
We who seek truth are maligned for our defiance
It seems all truth is reserved for paying clients,
Although World War III could be just around the corner
The government punishes whistleblowers and informers
The VP is the queen of lies as the flies adorn her
Our so-called leaders are merely performers,
How did I get to this point I wonder?
With all semblance of comfort torn asunder
I’ll admit that I made a few blunders
But for the echoes of distance thunder.
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