Implosion Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Outdated methods to use conflicts,
As a means to uplift and feed societies has ended.
Rusting weapons have more worth as melting metal.
In these days of dying economies.

An implosion comes.
Those that once had now have not.
Pretensions have been expensive to maintain.
And the addictions of them must be dropped.
Since it has become harder for those images,
To be sustained.

An implosion comes.
An inside job performed by corruption, greed and government.
Ends.
And those stripped bare of essentials...
Will find themselves more prepared,
Than those with resumés...
Detailing their associations with wickedness.

Their abilities to manipulate are over!
Talents such as these have become obsolete.
And out of this 'bleakness' reality is discovered.
Revealing their fortune!