3.
Under the bridge where I sleep at night,
reflecting on these words I write,
recalling how we’d set the world alight
….I wish that you could read this.
2.
Built on the garbage and bones
of dead sailors struck down with pox,
Long shadows that nobody owns
swing wildly from the rickety stocks.
1.
Who will dam the floods
made by human waste?
Will new life form in the muds
poisoned by a sneaky taste?
0.
Drinks spiked with fear
There’s nothing left here
Reality became clear –
We are the monsters.
Inspired and written as a response to Marty Shambles American Zeros 0-3 also shared with dVerse OLN

Such a dark image that I fear will apply to everyone bet the worst of the monsters above
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Let’s limit the monsters to the USA. They’ve spread their horror far and wide for too long already.
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