The World We Know Has Gone​

The same old rock we have known
Has grown grey and become hostage
To landscapes of skyscrapers ruling urban decay
The powers that be slowly whittled it away:
They claim it’s just ‘withered and aged’
While spreading their plagues of hate
Crumbling past despair, a fractured world
Is what we have willed.
Now we can but watch as it
Scatters and disintegrates, leaving more
Than a sour taste.
A smile is suspicious, a laugh fictitious,
A passing glance met with derision.
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The World We Know Has Gone.

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Andy Smith
conjures up pieces of a wicked yet whimsical nature, reflective of the crass society he finds himself sorely stuck in, wielding words as the chosen weapon for change.

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