This poem is off the top of my head
Quickly I must put it to bed
As each word falls onto the page
I feel a little outrage
This morning is overcast, dull and dark
It is quite hard to get an inspiring spark
Rain now falling in torrents overflowing drains
Why should I sit here and complain?
With the atrocities right across the world
Children starving, banners unfurled
By protesters and supporters alike
As their ‘heroes’ step up to a mic
Urge them to vote, inciting violence
While the opposition try to silence
The rhetoric, the need for power at any price
The vehemence, that voice
Booming across countries far and wide
Who can quell the tide?
Who can put an end to rant?
A civil tongue perhaps for violence can’t?
This virus which is inciting hatred where is going to end?
Until East talks civil to West and North likewise to South
Civil unrest worldwide like some poetry, not easy to comprehend.
© Chris Black. November 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~