Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

HIDING IN THE SKY

I make note of the flashing lights

I observe the strange clouds.

Moments ago, there was nothing

Now the sky is suddenly gold.

I wonder what they are hiding in the sky?

They don’t want me to look with my naked eyes.

Better to blind me and cloak this reality.

They don’t want me to see the devastation

They demand a false reality.