These
are the days
Of
terror and silence
When
every friend becomes a foe
These
are the days
Where
infamy shall follow you
Like
a black shadow wherever you go
These
are the days
That
hunt in packs, dog days
Ready
to tear flesh from bone
These
are the days
When
the last of your strength leaves you
And
you realise we all die alone
These
are the days
Without
mercy or compassion
Locking
you behind a barbed wire fence
These
are the days
Of
madness and rage
Where
mass murder makes complete sense
These
are the days
Of
share-holder angst:
You
sold your soul for less than its worth
These
are the days
Of
micro-plastic pollution
The
suffocation of planet Earth
These
are the days
Where
you are defined as sober
When
you would rather be drunk as a lord
These
are the days
That
creep up on you like a spy
And
strangle you without a word
These
are the days
When
nights last forever
Giving
all days a bad name
These
are the days
Bearing
witness to stupidity
Each
new day bringing more of the same
These
are the days
That
thrash you like a red-headed step child
Leaving
you trembling in a corner
These
are the days
Of
gnashing teeth rising from the deep
The
shark days dragging you under
These
are the days
Which,
given half a chance,
Would
see you cast into the blackest pitch
These
are the days
Of
acceleration: they mow you down
And
leave you lying in a ditch
These
are the days
When
you think banning all future days
Sounds
like a good idea
Then
there are the days
When
you strike a seam of hope
And
think it possible to live without fear
© shaun
patrick green 2018
