So much is going on in the streets every day. This poem gives you some
idea.


Sign of The Times

The sign of the times
is becoming blind to the wise.
So why compromise?
why cry over high tides
and lies?
When we already know
the inevitable
will only come and pass us by.
studying a round ball with maps,
seeing fine lines and freeways
leading the way to mazes,
obstacles and traps.
feeling the need for democracy,
yet debauchery
is prevalent in this hypocrisy,
does one feel my philosophy?
falling buildings under construction.
Man, woman, and babies take cover
from the warnings of mass destruction.
crack heads and junkies running from the feds.
breaking into medicine cabinets
to get high off the meds.
a baby having babies is amazing.
going from one to another asking,
are you the father?
MAYBE!
Just looking in the mirror
with no surprise of compromise.
This is just as is,
when one lives
in the "SIGN OF THE TIMES."



Poetry by Tiffany Saxon
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Written on 2007-03-29 at 21:37

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