I've now grown used to traffic rushing past my door,
Don't notice now exhaust fumes, and combustion engines roar.
I'm getting used to adverts that bombard my picture box,
And junk mail pouring on the mat now seems so orthodox.
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I'm not for sure 'sure' what it means, but I love the sound of 'sawdust Caesars'. ;)
Yes, Jak, I think I've heard that World War 1 was, back then, called by some 'the war to end all wars', but it wasn't to be so. ; ( bri
What an excellent piece of writing. Each stanza sardonically highlights the progress we have made over the years. In the minds of the greedy, narrow-minded buffoons, this is indeed progress. But for those of us who can see the folly in continuing to follow this path, we can only wonder what will be left for our children and grandchildren. A timely call to action to change course before it's too late.
Dear Lora, has anything changed so much? Maybe. The 1940s WW2 I think/hope was the 'war to end all 'world wars'. bri : )
'The Redeemer isn't coming, that's a load of spin. No posthumous reward for virtue, nor punishment for sin.' I heartily agree! ! Your poem has great rhyming, Jak. : ) bri