birds of peace encircle war hawks that
have infiltrated the valley's tranquility,
storms brew just south of the heavens
while we brace for upcoming rocky roads,
time crawls faster than before, we age
quicker than we should, our youthful
exuberance disappears and we miss
what we really did not understand...
streams of discontent flow through the
valley without the fish that once were
overpopulating their boundaries...
migrants sleep in wooden caves made
into the trunks of our maple trees,
making sure they are first in line at
Walmart... a valley changed is a
valley destroyed while seniors fear
the social security is not enough...
spy balloon cross over the valley
looking for land livestock free on
which they will build their factories,
northern storm clouds enter the valley
and the birds of peace move south
leaving the war hawks behind who
will be responsible for the change.
January 11, 2024
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