You will know the day has arrived,
when the wind can’t clear the stench of burning corpses,
as the mountains hide behind the smoke.
You will know it’s here,
when the sun barely rises,
stuck midway over the horizon,
in a permanent brown sunset.
You will know it,
When the footsteps behind you quickly fill with blood,
as you walk on the beach.
When the waves begin to flow backwards,
running away from the land,
running away from you.
You will know it,
When the world becomes an endless morgue,
and you curl up in a fetal position,
waiting to be fossilised.
You will feel it,
that this is the day,
the day that you’ve been dreading all along
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George Tsakraklides 
Powerful
🙏thanks Pauline
Apologies for the joint “Christopherson,,,Tsakraklides” heading on the last version of “Black Morning” appearing on the website. Somehow your poem was taken off and I tried to replace at the price of that headline!
A very daunting scenario that you create for us! But one that we have to consider
when reviewing our values and actions!
This is the USA today as horrific Trump supporters are protesting at Capitol Hill causing disgrace to our nation. Today’s a black morning, afternoon and evening in Washington, D.C. I am appalled and disgraced and embarrassed. Trump is a heathen.
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