Wolves no longer hide in the woods
spurred on by the scent of bloodlust,
whiteness of their fangs sharpened
on the righteousness of iconic fear
No, they find no need for subterfuge
emboldened by this weakened state
society’s heartbeat erratic, signalling
a collective rot…the wolves circle.
(Image my own)
Oh my, the image and the poem. You are SUCH an artist. Really, VJ!
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Thanks Isha (blushing)
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I think more than a few of these wolves have gone rabid. A deep and thought provoking piece.
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You are not kidding! Thanks
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These wolves have these fangs and I love your words. Anita
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Thanks
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Superb! Great words…
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Thank you and nice to meet you.
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And, as everyone continue to, operate on the belief of “every man for himself”, as the wolves attacked, none of us, will, survive, because, we don’t, work together…and, everybody ends up D-E-A-D!!!
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Someone once told me that the forces of evil have power over good, because evil collaborates and good doesn’t feel the need.
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Your image is as lovely as the message is terrifying. Excellent job.
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Thanks
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So well said, VJ. We live in times when life has become a travesty.
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Such strange times. I can ever remember it being this way
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I agree…
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Wonderful ✨💖
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Thank you
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Very powerful, VJ. The wolves are circling, and so many still don’t see it. Thank you for speaking.
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🙏😘
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Love the image you created. A poignant message.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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A wolf song for you VJ …
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Actually very fitting. Thanks Ivor!
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I’m you like it
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Yup. The wolves are circling . . .
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🐺
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Estupenda imagen y estupenda definición de los tiempos combusos que se viven actualmente. No perdamos la esperanza ni la voluntad.
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🙏😊💕
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The images is gorgeous, I didn’t see the deer at first. The poem reminded me of the wildfires around here destroying the homes of the animals and the trees.
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Yes. Such devestation.
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This is unfortunate truth of the world today.
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Sure seems to be. Thanks Sadje
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You’re welcome
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Excellent poem VJ! I loved it! ❤
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Thank you!
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Very poignant poem~the title is perfect, too 💛
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Thank you
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You’re welcome ☺️
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🖤🖤
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Sobering…and your image? A stunning accompaniment. ❤
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Thank you
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❤️
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And when the wolves are finished, the vultures will pick the bones clean.
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Feels that way – such an absurd time
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Absurd is right. Nothing coming through the news makes any sense.
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A sad truth
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It sure is. Thanks, Derrick
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