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Landslide



Why are you people,
Removing those old and aging...
Neon signs?'

'No longer cost effective.
And besides,
Nor has anyone,
Paid any attention to them.'

'OH!
You know,
That does make sense.
Although,
Who knows?
Maybe one day they wish they had!'

'These signs have been up for decades.'

A landslide.
Predicted to come eventually to push,
What was to had been...
A promising and inviting,
Rising power of diversity.
Reflecting a democracy.
Proving an acceptance of a future to begin.
Has suddenly rescinded.
From this forward and exciting movement.
Yet the hopeful ones,
Are concern.
And have begun to doubt this process.

Visionaries see..
A landslide of disgruntled minds.
Pushing democracy and its diversity,
To the edge of a cliff.
With it then over it.
Crumbling...
To a darkened valley below.
Left to leave,
Many awakening too late.
Finding themselves grieving.
Yelling and screaming.
Believing a power to steal it,
Would not leave to own...
The condoning of sorrows.
Inflicted blindly to follow,
An image that symbolizes...
This kind of mindless thoughtlessness.

And there they remained.
Left to ignore,
Messages reflecting to flash...
High in lit billboard sized signs.
Now removed but clearly stated:

'THAT APOCALYPSE,
YOU PROPHESIED TO COME?
WILL BE DONE.
IF YOU SHOULD DARE TO TRESPASS.
TO BELIEVE YOU ARE ALL OF 'That'!
WHATEVER 'That' to you may mean.'

'Interesting.
And was there more,
These 'visionaries' saw to see?'

'Yes.
But only one.
Thought to be a 'quack'.
The only one loving to be called...
A maverick.
Claimed he heard,
Someone of a liberal persuasion say,

"Congratulations folks.
You had your way and won.
Your wish to want this power,
Has been done to approve it.
However...
Lighting up the darkness.
And cooling you all up,
From the tremendous heat?
This 'GUY'...
With a booming thunderous voice.
Stated,
Wherever they were...
Was not in HIS domain."
Yet...
He would do the best HE could.
To get this other guy.
To use 'his' power.
To grant them exceptions.
And temporary visas!'

'That's crazy!'

'And then this...'quack',
Said he saw,
This dude with these huge horns,
With red skin as bright...
As Christmas lights.
Walking to swagger from side to side.
With the longest tail.
And hoofs for feet with polished toenails!'

'When I drove up to the mall.
And saw you enter it.
Something told me,
Do not park! Keep driving!'

'Well...
Here we are.
And one of us was not listening!
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Submitted by lpahtillah on July 15, 2021

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