November dribbles - 12

They say you’re independent, free
To find your own way, choose your own
Path. See, they’re watching, waiting while
You fall. My independent rose
Was quelled by weeds that ever-grow
From ever-flowing seeds.

They tell how war and warming’s only
Politics they say while clock ticks
Faster than their needs.

Giving thanks for lessons learned

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