The future is today

urban poetry

Debt and destruction all around
A voice of reason not found
Another jilted lover joins the fray
Wanting to end the world on a weekday
An attention seeking time traveler
Rejects his powers as paranoia
Dreams and poets stifled away
As guttural sounds begin to play
A bomb maker, head held proud
Smiles as he sees the crowd
As I turn to my stone to pray
It foretells, the future’s today.