polpotutionD+

The world spins an axis made of weather
It’s rain then it’s sun as swells rezone and
develop, leaving some in storms of cold

I would love to live in tranquil waters
Figurehead’s water turning sanguine
Sanctions surround us, fencing with money
Some neighbours sharing, some bees collecting honey
some golden some tar black, all a little blood red.
Swarming like flies round lords of lies
Queens and the kings bled creed like a pig  
with sliced out thighs, that’s why they scream
and scream “I didn’t do it!”
faces turn from sanguine to shame, red, all the same