Keith A. Simmonds, TT

 

 

Free Verse   Lost Generation   In surly, derisive winds, I hear disconsolate Broken voices of fatherless children shrunk To puny men haunted by ruthlessly callous Desires with fractured minds and sclerosed bodies! Tormented are their souls, quarantined Within Ominous incomprehension of sullen, Platitudinous love, muttering cold, recycled Ideas and claustrophobic hopes in the Dungeon of vertiginous, unfulfilled dreams!     Tyranny   Waves of tyrannical heat, Hysterical gusts of wind, Chilling spells of brutal cold, Apocalyptic, violent desires Invade Nature's green vitality, Spewing horrendous invectives Upon the battered environment As Mother Earth stoops Upon tottering knees To beg for love and mercy!