A New World
My face is exclusive
So give me my mask.
The world doesn’t need
my smile or my laugh.
It’s my choice to seal it,
Confined in my breath;
It’s my choice to shield it,
My virginal chest.
The virus is searching
For homes in our hearts.
The world is exploding,
Fear-mongering art.
The temptress is rising
As glaciers do fall;
In waters of plastic
We swallow them all.
The earth is contagious,
Contaminants rise;
With each passing day
Our heaven-hell dies.
What’s left of existence?
We killed it all off.
With wars, hate and violence,
The cream de la crop.
Sit still my dear beings,
And gaze at the stars…
Our ancestors knew
The answers afar.
The fire-crack sizzles-
What magic it keeps;
Solutions are lingering
In souls six feet deep.
Fear not my brave warrior,
Hold fast on your stead.
The whites of their eyes
Brings monsters to knees.
Plow fast my brave brother,
Through herds and stampedes
Of iron-clad horses
Of Trojan indeed.
Stand still my dear sister,
Grasp power at will;
And sling back the prayer
The world needs to hear.
Don’t cry gentle child,
The world will renew.
Like flowers and petals
They fall and regrow.
So listen dear reader,
My voice is the song
That escapes the window
From your head to the gong.
The world is your oyster;
From farm-to-table,
From now to forever,
Wake up world, ding-dong.
The bell keeps on ringing;
Alert the masses!
It’s time to revolt
And establish the guild.
A brand new world order
Of Utopian bliss;
A dream never realized
If this pattern persists.
© Dutchess Imprada 2021
