The storm that never came
The branches
flap against Brahms
The storm
never came
Nor did the
rain
A smattering
of drops
It’s been a
hot summer
A worrying
summer
The earth’s
up in the air
Humanity’s
inhaling, drinking & eating poisons
Shill they’re
finding more land & sea to mine
While none
of the wealth returns to the nation
We should be
done with mining by now
Like Scandinavia
&
building a progressive society
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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