This is for today’s Days of Unreason prompt.
I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what“
—Jim Harrison
One day, perhaps, I will see these heavy, red-faced men,
their bellies eased into the comfort of big safe cars,
the men with hard eyes and hands
that fit around the dull weight of a gun,
touch the wounded feathers, the blood-flecked fur,
listen to the cries of orphans
and recognise the beauty they have crushed.
I wish.
Can’t see it.
Sarcasm and irony woven together.
And a dose of despair.
We will never see those days 💜
I doubt it very much.
Sadly we are correct 💜
🙂
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Oh!!
You probably got it.
!
Of course, probably no. But good for us all to keep that wish alive.
As long as these brutes have votes, politicians will kow tow to them. Unless the voice of outrage is sufficiently loud to upset them more. I’m shouting, anyway.
That would be the day, indeed. Beauty is continually being crushed all over the world….what to do?
I don’t know. It seems that nature in all its forms will only ever be protected if somebody can make capital out of it. It’s usually much more profitable to build on it, shoot it or mow it away.
Sadly , you speak the truth
I wish I was a liar.
Loooool!!
I wish, I hope, but it’s not likely.
I know, but Utopias exist, even if only in our dreams.
True.
🙂