SUNNY BLUE SKYS
Behind the facade of sunny blue skys,
Lay a blanket of murky grey,
Smothering the humanism of a populace,
Or comforting the discontent of masses?
Perhaps hiding the neglect of individualism,
Insiduous, the coarse fibres lower and spread,
Caused by the catastrophes of capitalism?
A greed so innane nobody noticed…
© Dawn Whitehand 2012