A Burned-Out Sky

Basking in the failure of Afghanistan

The Taliban wins the final hand

Soldiers running back and forth in the sand

Will only delay the final hand

 

Failed vaccines blamed on the infected

Scare tactics becoming worse than expected

Will a vaccine with a break-through mutation

Cause a resistant strain across the nation

 

Smoke sifting through the trees in the yard

Eyes that water, breathing hard

Taking time to rest a spell

No water from the dried-out well

 

Heat lid on the pot slamming down

But the other frogs don’t hear a sound

I croak at them that the flames have arrived

But they just roll onto their other side

 

Federal Reserve and their henchmen buying it all

Hard assets for paper to line our walls

No wasted space between the stalls

If the bedrooms are taken then sleep in the halls

 

Running low on the food supply

It’s hard to grow with a burned-out sky

 

But it gives the chem-trails a place to hide