A Cold Northerly Wind
There’s a cold northerly wind
Spreading the spores of decay.
Conceived in the womb of despair.
Its cause is born of misery
Riven from the nascent flames
Of inequality and greed.
There is no cure.
For this tempest of pestilence
Has already invaded the soul
Of all it has touched
Consuming the spirit from within.
Consumed by syphilitic madness,
Rotting the will,
Sapping the humours,
From the spring of life.
The vacuous corpses
Wander aimlessly
Through the ruins,
Dreaming of phoney nirvana.
Opher 24.11.2022
Humanity has lost its way (if it ever had a way).
Consumed by greed they are busy chasing trinkets, destroying nature and poisoning their own nests.
Consumed by power they destroy, plot and connive until we are destroyed in terror and agony.
We have created such vast inequality that it poisons the air we breathe.
Our cultures are either self-created claustrophobic religious tyrannies or vacuous trivia.
In the midst of the ruins we have created for ourselves mindless fools seek fulfilment in fake religions or purchasing power.
We are lost in madness, led by psychopaths and deluded morons, heading nowhere.
A cold northerly wind has frozen our spirits.