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Promenade of the New World

by Giovanni Profeta 8 months ago in surreal poetry
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Can you hear the first chord? it's lingering in the air.

Promenade of the New World
Photo by Mark Fletcher-Brown on Unsplash

The more we talk, the less we hear

Heads will fall, hope alone wouldn't last

Empires will crumble, we’re in too deep to change the outcome

Enshrouded by lies, leaders bow their heads in regret

There’s not much we can do now

We are the ones to blame for this mess

As we speak, leaders dream of marching feet

It’s not about what’s best for you and me

The weight of a signature is more than enough

Mindless scribed lines on paper sealed our fate

Beguiled and fooled

We walk happily towards the new sunset

It’s better to embrace what’s coming!

Can you feel it?

Like raindrops they will fall, the demise of us all.

Forces collide, no matter who's wrong or who's right

Like raindrops they will fall

Be ready to welcome the blast.

Staff paper awaits

No more gloom, Let’s celebrate

Who knows whose hand will show its mastery?

A wide array of notes at our disposal

Our masterpiece awaits for its composer.

surreal poetry

About the author

Giovanni Profeta

Enjoy my daily rant.

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