Sign Of The Times Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The audience is roaring
the music blasting forth
the lights and strobes outlining
young silhouettes of mirth

The show will soon be starting
the anxious crowd awaits
the jumping and the shouting
of wild and angry men

The drinks and moves are flowing
they stand for hours in heels
sometimes all arms are waving
sometimes they kiss and laugh

I sit and watch this movie
I do not find it real
I take some pictures just to prove
this is not just a dream

When I get home I notice
a ghostly figure stands
on one of the side panels
of this great hall of fame

A robe it wears quite loosely
unlike the skimpy clothes
of all the girls attending
this spectacle of note

The hazy figure raises
his arm above his head
that gesture seems a warning
a sign for these crazed times.