Theodora (Theo) Onken
(((Chaos And The Cabals))) - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Dizzying attitudes oft' disagree...
Swirling in an unbalanced round...
Turning circles over and over again-
And more than not- landing on the ground;
Debates and questioned attitudes-
Paint relevant and oft' unsound choices...
Rational and irrational actions...
Oft' adhere to imaginary voices;
Dreadful and egregious endings...
Are not written in: 'The Proverbial Stars'-
But those bent on absolute destruction...
Cause us to bear the heaviest scars;
While criminals of 'no remorse' continue on...
Oft' hidden behind a most clever veil...
Carrying on with their most heinous wrong...
In todays world-'tis a most grievous tale;
To say that we the World know what 'tis going on-
Would be a statement of fact and verity-
Helped along by the Angels and our God...
Who have opened our eyes to give us much more clarity;
Winding us down the roads of deserts past...
Where eerily the wind-it still blows...
You can find very small men with many an intimidating pen...
Who angrily and bitterly continue their spite to grow;
With rancor and bitter malice they seem to thrive...
While their senile small minds rage ever on...
Fighting imaginary lovers and foes...
'Til in their deranged minds-they are gone;
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