Tasting our future

Sugar coated words.

A recipe, you said,
To rise and rise again.
Just the right ingredients,
Leading to the oven.

They swallowed it whole,
Gorging,
Brushing crumbs off a
Black moustache.

Today we have begun to measure again.

The world will be left wanting,
Sucking the bitterest pill.

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