The Last of Us

Let this image sink in. I will leave the poem open to your interpretation.

From this chaos to that

and back again.

A sign of the times

in which we live.

No fear no foul,

No taste no waste.

Look for the one who stands

above us all,

On a throne without a crown,

sneering and lying.

Look for the fool who follows

beneath the robes,

seeking life saving affirmation,

indecent and cruel.

See the ghosts of the nation’s past

buried within the pages,

obscured from the literal truth,

crying and lamenting.

See the last of us

gathered along the shore,

horror on the stoney faces,

ridiculed and rejected.

On to the next paradigm

and back again,

reeling in a dystopic future

with nothing left to hold.

No law no crime,

No reason no rhyme.