week 509 ~ happiness has put itself in mothballs
happiness has put itself in mothballs
packed itself away pulled the covers up
over its head ignoring anxious calls
to reemerge shut down stuck in lockup
it sees no future place where it could bloom
dust dry fire ravaged cries of children
who are too sad to believe there’s still room
for it as the future unfolds not when
not if not how every day it searches
hoping to find a place to plant a smile
sorrow flows on unsteady it lurches
ahead invisible forgotten while
devious minds plot a future no one
wants life by money and power undone
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