Millennial Depression Blues Pts.1& 2, by Robert Thomas Halliwell

Robert Thomas Halliwell

Millennial Depression Blues Pts.1& 2

All the world is still

All is deep in silence

Birds gone for winter

Cops shooting innocence

Blood in the streets

The struggle relentless

I walk through the battered door

Walk across your empty floor

to meet you, ask for more

but, you don’t answer anymore

You take to Distance, soar

saying nothing, Poe’s “never more.”

I lay alone, broken, washed up on the shore

waking in the silence galore

silence at its core

There is no detour

This is love’s crash course

The world is screaming

All lost in translation

How can the individual see or choose

anything material without spiritual repression?

How can lettuce cost more than McDonald’s?

We call what the USA does progression

I spoke this once to a fellow I know

He said, “That’s a subject I don’t dare follow!”

I say, “But why?”

Is it that hard to swallow?

To see how broken, hollow are the shallows?

Dreaming of better days tomorrow

and living the past so our children can follow

blindly without question in the hollows

of manipulative mind-grooming swallows

called politicians, mothers, and fathers?

I stand confused, homeless, in Baltimore

Walking in sounds galore

There is no detour

It’s a USA crash course

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