An Armistice Poem by John Sensele

Tarred by ebony black blunders
A pusillanimous paper panther ponders
Flogs fate will float on scandal boulders
Dragging drivel and in punishment thunders

Roaring round rondavels
In national nature reserves to serve
Notice notifying neuters marvels
Ain't doling out any prerogative preserve

Because the Almighty God
Disagrees with drivel driving his planet
Insane, packing in an inane pod
Bad baggage caught cold in a fish net

Lobbed into lounges that singe
Morality, impede the course of justice
Hijacked by evil eyes that winge
When citizens in their dozens demand from insanity an armistice.