Poem: Orange

My humanity
In former times
Stuck in vanity
Now toying with
Insanity
As the soul-sweeping
Janitor
Wreaks havoc, eh
With his levity
Cutting down
Grandpappy’s
Longevity
Now I’m mad, you see
That the superpower’s
Brought to its knees
By a foreign plant
What a travesty
The gall of such a monster
Overseas
Keeper of the Kremlin’s keys
Surrounded by his buddies, the KGB
And hackers galore
20 somethings
Keyboard hungry
Infiltrating banks, insurance coz
Govt, universities
The goal’s to bring
Down democracy
And replace it with
Dictators and
Mafia beasts

Without a leader
We’re sitting ducks

Without a plan
We’re moving in mist

Without allies
We’re alone
Hopeless
Listless
Restless

Wonder if we’ll
Be missed?

~ Gunnar Våken