Refuge

 

Art by Jeff Rowland

Refuge

When the world fell apart by the steam of the trains

and the pain came down in the pouring rains

the clashes were dire malicious and fraught

upending the days when our essence had not.

We stood together to shoulder the storm

against the madness to keep us both warm

lost in each other, extensions in part

we remained intact when that train did depart.

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About this Poem: The steam of trains refers to the tyrannical governments and the powers of dictatorship used during the false pandemic between 2020 and 2022. The rain represents the dystopian atmosphere laced with fear, pain and anguish we suffered through by government mandates and a contemptuous public programmed and indoctrinated with lies.

We, my wife and I, and many others, resisted the dystopian coercion of forced mRNA inoculations despite the overwhelming injustice carried out on us during that period of time.

Forced government mandates tore families and communities apart. They waged a war on society that has not healed.

We stand with our dignity and immune systems intact, uncompromised by an evil cartel that controls all aspects of society. We remain defiant, vigilant and are determined to see justice come to those responsible...even if it takes a generation. We will never forget what they did