Come the reaper

Entangled in a spider’s web

Frozen by layers of lies

We watch the fire sale

Aghast that the wisdom of age

Allowing it to happen and progress

No repercussion

No real discussion

No statesmen in power

Just the reapers; reaping


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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