A Tired Time

It’s a tired time we’re living in,

A tired time indeed.

We’re on the verge of giving in 

To gluttony and greed.


And we say that we are fighting,

Yet we haven’t changed a thing.

Nobody of their size will stoop

To hear the free birds sing.


And if we cannot fight the foremen,

We normalize instead.

I guess dying does seem normal

When everyone is dead.

Sunflower

Acer Sacharrum

VT

15 years old

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