Seventy Years was Long Enough

We are nearing one of those dangerous
Moments when what has been will
Cease to be, and "progress" is a dirty
Word. The unwashed wish to go
Backward now, to reclaim privileges
They had bartered in exchange for better
Lives, as theirs have gotten worse,
While those who made them promises,
The slick folks from prestigious schools,
Grow ever richer, ever more contemptuous
Each day. The unwashed turn from them
To clueless clowns who offer little more
Than retribution. Mobs are formed, and
Tinder spread, and matches spill from
Every pocket. All that has been, now
Unwanted, soon will burn away.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-06 at 17:19

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Unfortunately yes.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A real look at our future as what we have all contributed to form and to lose. Nice form and flow to the poem style.