And we came to live in (a) promised land
Which is no longer an oasis once planned
Now, identified by its twig colourful scars
By the big tattooed walls & cool sidebars

Injustice is done in this (sand-less desert)
To ‘every day of greed’ comes [a new sect]
The big lack of hope: shuts up and accept
Act! Explore! Pick the toys up off the floor

The big threat is no longer: nuclear attack
Is the politics of the land… a blessed pack
Is the instinct of destruction. Doom storm
That, shapes the world in its present form

© Ricardo Sexton


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