Future Poem by Don Pearson

Future



The future is not bleak at all,
the explosion has been a triumph,
the political murder of a princess
with filed teeth.
A dark horse has been
sentenced to death by
fellow prisoners.
His crimes? A dark secret?
No, food for a week.

The trend is downwards,
an uncontrollable state,
Wild and violent
a wealth of poverty.

18th October 2013

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