

The Watchtower
So which one are you troubadour? With your guitar and lyrics Of change? The joker who sits as witness? The thief? There are many here among us The tarot cards laid out upon our tables The watchtower chosen : Deception Destruction Ruin Perhaps it was all a joke Perhaps we did not listen in time Hendrix gone all too soon Never understanding the words But the businessmen kept coming Drinking up our wine, corporations Destroying this earth And all along the watchtower The princes kept view But the hour is now Too late And the voices were ignored So what songs should we sing? If not the songs of troubadours And the prophets who told us all? The poets of lost time and Darker days who came & Bared witness to all Now gone Forever with the dust of time ~ R.M. Engelhardt
BIO: R.M. Engelhardt is a poet, writer & author who’s work over the last 20 years has been published in such journals as Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Rye Whiskey Review, Hobo Camp Review & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY and his new books of poetry are entitled “DarkLands” (Published By Whiskey City Press 2019) & “We Rise Like Smoke Poems Psalms & Incantations” (Published by DeadMansPressInk 2021)
Both are now available on Amazon.com
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On Thu, Feb 24, 2022, 12:35 PM Fevers of the Mind wrote:
> davidlonan1 posted: ” The Watchtower So which one are you troubadour? With > your guitar and lyrics Of change? The joker who sits as witness? The thief? > There are many here among us The tarot cards laid out upon our tables The > watchtower chosen : ” >
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