Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
As here on earth the nations turn to bickering
between themselves, the notions vain and petty,
with all debate reduced to mockery and snickering,
and reason disregarded as just so much confetti,
good men reviled and condemned with innuendo,
millions repeating lies to lead them all in thrall
to faithless gods while truth’s in diminuendo,
the vault of heaven silent as we design our fall.
Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 09.25.23
Prompt: Vault.
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