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The Ubiquitous

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the-ubiquitus

I long for those good old days of yesteryear,

when time then almost stood still,

Those moments spent to only meditate,

in my visualization of the surreal.


When we deliberate, do contemplate,

not needed, our any action then,

To reflect, to just muse about the past,

we may to repeat all over again.

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When we know out time is almost used up,

There's not many days to enjoy.

We try hard to hold on to what we've got,

use our every sense to employ.


No matter how hard we may have tried,

those in charge call all the shots.

As it does seem to turn out every time,

as if all being run by metallic robots.


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There's no difference in what's right or wrong,

The ones in control always do win.

Even though the laws of the land dictate right,

There appears no entity will defend.


Perhaps tomorrow will be a much better day,

The awful dictatorial forces to be gone.

True goodness shall win, all rights to defend,

Removing the emperor from his throne.


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In retrospect, we must each stand strong,

not evolve into sorrowful losers.

Our forefathers meant for us all to win,

not being run by a bunch of users.


Too many brave ones gave up their lives,

for us all to lay down and just quit.

We are meant to succeed, meet every need,

The best definition of real true grit!


Our God on His throne in Heaven, is our true leader in control. He will soon give comfort to the mistreated and punish those responsible.

Our God on His throne in Heaven, is our true leader in control. He will soon give comfort to the mistreated and punish those responsible.

Comments

whonunuwho (author) from United States on July 18, 2018:

Thank you Verlie. Many blessings, my friend. whonu

Verlie Burroughs from Canada on July 17, 2018:

I can relate to this poem totally whonu. 'Ubiquitous' is a perfect title. Enjoyed the photographs, especially the last one, great catch with the light in the church steeple.