The price of oil and fuel goes up
yet love’s value so diminished
and the warlords prosper more
than ere they’ve done before.
It’s a world beset by trials
that suffer so the earth to burst
and the sea to vent its anger
indiscriminately.
And in amongst this spiral
the energy of you and I
comes in second to the norms
established by the unaware.
Not today, tomorrow, or
next week, next month, year,
will energy en mass rise up ~
but energy is such to be
unseen, unheard, unknown,
until the most amazing shock
changes what we know.
Wide awake, hair singed and burnt,
and who will care of oil and fuel
when the price of love has risen high
and our coffers empty, spent?
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