Like living in the shadow
of a volcano, each complacency
shaken by treacherous rumbles
While some see equality
others chew on bitter lack,
and who profits when
tempers succumb to
the hot lava of anarchy?
(Image my own. Poem first appeared here 04/21)
Powerful poem and the image, VJ.
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Thank you, as always.
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❤️❤️❤️
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VJ, the hot lava of anarchy. Nice. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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No one profits!!!!
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Amen!
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Yes, “who profits” – well written!
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🙏😊
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A timely, evocative poem, VJ.
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Thanks Lauren
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Exactly.
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😊
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Chaos is no one’s friend–exactly how I’ve been feeling but I didn’t have the words. (K)
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Agreed. Thanks K
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The perfect evocation of this moment in time.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Who profits? Sadly, there are always those who find an opportunity in the worst of circumstances…
~David
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You are right about that. Thanks David
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No one benefits even anger takes over. As it leaves a bitter aftertaste.
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Absolutely.
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🤗
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