Poem: Last


Last tree is down
Last sea is dry
Last mountain is flat
for all has a price.


Last news bulletin
brings the last of today’s
Trembling prices
in a curved fortunes.


Last meeting of the board
Decisions are made
Decision to flee
before the chaos presides.


Streets are boiling
Anger is spreading
Patience is dying
From a cancer called greed.


Last mountain is flat
Remains the market in decline
Looks like another day
Takes on the night
But clouds are on the horizons


What do these clouds do?


January 13, 2016


About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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