The Watchers

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Dec 13, 2021

Watchers.
They watch.
From on
high.
From a
different
realm.
They watch.
Eons
pass
and they
watch.
Generation
after
generation
they come.
Watching.
Seeing.
Noting.
Each
epoch
the same.
Leaders,
despots
followers.
Human
nature
reflects
the same.
Each epoch
the same.
On the
edge.
Despotism
makes
a run.
Always
the same.
Each epoch.
Modernity.
Despotism,
advanced
technology.
Bad juju.

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 02, 2022 at 4:08pm

Nice...

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