Open The Flood Gates

When water floods your own gates, what do you do?
We are no better, and even less prepared.
Caught in our own snare.
Yet we try to help.
Like we really know what were talking about.
An arrogant master of disasters
Ha ha, don't make me laugh.
We are mere pawns in the mountains of things we don't have the know how for.
A second nuclear disaster, is like opening Pandora's door.
You are all free
Demons reek havoc on this foolish society.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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