It is with regret that I realise my prophecy will not be believed it is with sadness that I see a world of unwanted hurt cannot be relieved into the apocalypse will fall one and all for want of not heeding my call
it is not for a lack of frequency that my message remains unreceived it is not for a deficit of clarity my warning languishes ill perceived
for none can learn from the evidence when there are none who wish to hear who from convenient comfort will attend to tales of turbulent doom as it draws near? who has the power to break the apathy of masses when the masses will not act on their fear?
and who will take the time to reflect after the dismal impact, who will shed a tear?
Hmmm…
I wonder if we all have chosen silent complicity in our own destruction.
Head in the sand…
If we don’t say anything, maybe destiny will change…
Buckle up for the last rodeo, Sean. It’s gonna be a wild one.
It is a very good, thought-provoking poem.
Oh yeah… very little media coverage, so the public is unaware that there are others who may think like them. The elites have learned their lesson. Protests are only allowed when it suits their agenda.
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Nothing to add, Sean.
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These are excellent questions 😔
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Hmmm…
I wonder if we all have chosen silent complicity in our own destruction.
Head in the sand…
If we don’t say anything, maybe destiny will change…
Buckle up for the last rodeo, Sean. It’s gonna be a wild one.
It is a very good, thought-provoking poem.
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“silent complicity” sums the state of things up pretty well – even street protests by the few have now been rendered ineffectual now.
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Oh yeah… very little media coverage, so the public is unaware that there are others who may think like them. The elites have learned their lesson. Protests are only allowed when it suits their agenda.
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