Today's prompt is to write a poem backwards and use an adage at the beginning (end.) I can't think of a better time to see things backwards.
I hear the cheering in the coliseum
Slavery, by a different name, makes a comeback.
Sesquicentennial of Civil War?
But a wide breach as in a roiling ocean
Soon there will be little middle ground
Nor who even knows how to analyze the message
I can’t figure out who cares anymore
And spinning out of control
With no word from the people
Two houses both alike in lack of dignity
Since when does drama get a deadline?
So get along little dogies
A rolling stone gathers no moss
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