Poetry

Tuesday, 23 February 2021

Sundown in the west

Sun down in the West

Sun up in the East

We've taken the very best

Left little for the hungry beast

 

But there’s much more

So much more to explore

Yes now we are on the new frontier

And they are riding in on their horses

 

Sundown in the West

In the last of the dying rays

We'll say look how we were blest

Back in the good old days

 

And everyone loves a sunset

Everyone loves nostalgic regret

But there's no time to sleep yet

For on the rise is a bloody pet

 

She's been kept sleeping

Like a dragon under a mountain

But her dormant dreaming

Will awaken in a fountain

 

And the shower of her volcano

Will turn the sky a blood red glow

Sundown in the West

While from the East the dragon's breath grows

 

Sun down in the West

And we hold onto lifelessness

And riches that we seize

In our hands covered in grease

 

For no one here is innocent

We all have blood on our hands

And who are we to call a spade a spade

When we let grass grow over our own graves

 

Sun down in the West

Tears roll down the chest

Of Iron man who tried his best

And Superman's uncle

 

Who are these heroes 

Who have turned to zeroes

In the eyes of those

Re-assessing civilizations

Take the log from out your own eye

Before you point out the stick in mine

Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone

And in the cemetery of all those unknown

I walk to find peace of mind

Away from the city's drone

 

Sundown on the West

All we have are nation myths

Standing up like white cliffs

As the sun goes down over the ocean



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