hands off that snooze button!

Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake of the dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint the colours of its appeal -

toxic fumes that light the path
to days only just imagined.

Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter the silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from the belfry -

tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned heart.

Lift high the banner brave;
let the bitter winds bite
lash fierce its tattered frame,
light gapes through its holes-

release the soul's query:
How can one forgive what is forgotten?

Illumine the dim horizon;
extricate each sole from bog and mire.
Grab the morning call,
Borrow its voice if you must -

Stir up the spirit from slumber;
the darkness of night will not prevail.

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-26 at 01:39

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An evangelical march through the industrial decay. Reminds me of Slim Pickings riding on the bomb at the end of Dr Strangelove. Embrace the inevitable. Masterfully captured.