Tungstenturtle Poetry

New Order

Times went rough,
the daily became tough.
Europe and America dance,
in a threatening stance.

Russia still at war,
brutality furthermore,
The Chinese eager for Taiwan,
something of a three years plan.

The Greenland debate,
NATO’s fate at stake.
Venecuela raided,
daily reports faded.

Censorship and massage control,
confusion part of the overall.
Riots in Iran regime,
old ways still legitime?

A new order is establishing,
former ways disgraced embarassing,
Equality and freedom,
outdated and overcome.

Every overexerating fiction,
failed with prediction,
as it feels underestimated,
what new level of stupidity we created.

I dare to ask how so,
how to stop this shitshow?
How could it even happen to be,
with all love and respect to humanity.

Cosy and lazy full of ourselves,
warm flats, full shelves,
paid work, social system functional,
lost to be critical,

lost to value the small,
only more, better, taller to call.
Forgot what we need for reality,
enslaved us in dependancy.

No fiction author can predict,
the outcome of this conflict,
of this situation at stake,
please people, stay awake.

In a democracy it is everyone of us,
with the freedom to discuss,
what is our role, and what to fight for,
doing nothing will hurt even more.