Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
From their luxurious dreamboats
‘calm!’ commands they’re unheeding
elites scramble for the lifeboats
trampling us while stampeding
The elites perform by stealth
elsewhere they’ll disembark
with their self-entitled wealth
as per ‘me first’ hallmark
Those cold-hearted ‘point one percent’ flee first
for solidarity they have no thirst
In this splendid age
he’s a house guest
on the ‘new faith’ stage
in urgent quest
hoping to learn from his son
as society comes unglued
how brazenly to end run
in times of cataclysm prelude
Above all take religions
(of rancid rituals morose)
away from those quack wigeons
brash mega pastors bellicose
they don’t know it’s done through micro dosing
that’s how people find new faith engrossing
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wigeon = a dabbling duck, which feed mainly at the surface rather than by diving; a fool