The world keeps turning, the world keeps burning,
same headlines scrolling, same mistakes replayed,
no one survives their own unheeded warning.
They chase new thrills, forever half-concerning,
scroll, swipe, consume, convinced they’ve got it made.
The world keeps turning, the world keeps burning.
The motorways are full, the ghosts returning,
in sealed-off cars where silence gets delayed…
no one survives their own unheeded warning.
The stars go dim, their sweetness not worth earning,
replaced by screens where wonder comes pre-paid.
The world keeps turning, the world keeps burning.
The bored complain, while boredom keeps on churning,
they sell their hours cheap, their dreams decayed…
no one survives their own unheeded warning.
I watch, detached, their shallow breath discerning,
I’ve left the carnival, I’ve left the charade.
The world keeps turning, the world keeps burning,
no one survives their own unheeded warning.
-UpsilonA
Very strong and influential poem. I enjoyed this very much 🤩
Told you I liked Villanelle's 😉