For posterity’s sake: A poem 

If only the purpled clouds could tell 

that the choked artichokes aren’t well 

How we’d read the writing in the sky 

that it may be nigh for good blood to die 

The seas are mighty, but their tides 

cannot wash off the grime in our insides 

We think it’s silk, but our threads are a web 

for the spider to take spirit to its death 

The air of innocence is cloaked in corruption’s smog 

Honesty’s forest has been cleared into advocacy’s logs 

Bigotry is the foundation of high-rises that we share 

Carcinogens have waged war on morality’s footwear 

But can we be brave and the journey take  

from coast to coast, for sunshine’s sake? 

And put the food of integrity in the bake 

And let posterity to a fine breakfast awake