Ode to Discombobulation on Chaos Disorder

Are you in a state where you don’t know up from down?

Trying to find unfiltered ways to survive in a new disorder

Where mired social order norms of predicable behavior

Are only reflections on a scope of self-preservation

Discombobulated by vengeful spin masters flouting malice?

But, look, what’s this muddy cloud, an anomalous apparition?

An egotistical strange diffusion to warp history and culture…

Where regular conversations outbid to humiliate and gaslight,

Where a war criminal walks the red carpet with welcome handshake,

Where masked mega boots patrol schools and streets democratizing fear,

Where lack of checks and balances supplant the deprived courts.

But, look, a disorientated puddle after a heavy rain soon transpires

Such eroded illusions of deviant disturbances in Time.

And trusted blue sky is social order to give more than it takes.

Mary Annemarie Berukoff

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