Finis Poem by Stefan Splawinski

Finis



are we responsible for all ills
of a shruken world at our feet
famine and mayhem have expanded
expectations are hard to meet

sat in the parlour of despair
enfeebled men of the twilight
bystanders to a world unhinged
wrong set to triumph over right

having led a life of such ease
who are we to even understand
the ways of an earth in flux
blind fate for us has planned

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