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Bleak
I often read of optimism,
of utopian enlightenment
seen through hopeful prism
of largesse and entitlement.
Sometimes I hear positive language
that speaks of strength and light
and the power of love's advantage
flooding all our futures bright.
But what I actually see,
when in clime of real life
I confront bleak reality,
is runaway unfettered strife,
and what I inevitably feel
when watching world's collapse
is that warfare will be the deal
in the wake of our care's lapse:
