There's a major transposition,
going on in these times;
Even my odd signatures,
are stepping out of time;
But is it for the better,
we'll have to wait and see;
Even my own compositions,
are going out of key;
The answers to the riddle,
are being lost in translation;
Things that we hold so dear,
are being deprived to the nation;
Strange forces are at work,
to bring about a change;
If they are not careful,
it will all be out of range;
There's shifty, faceless people,
scurrying in the shadows;
Will we all have to fear,
the changes and what follows;
When will they ever learn,
to stop shuffling the pack;
The thing I like to do,
is give them all the sack.
© 2010
Brian J Stafford
Everything has to change in the end, even if it doesn't need to. I'm one of those who hate change, if it's not broken don't fix it. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully penned soliloquy pondering over the pros and cons of invietable changes in every thing around us. Thanks for sharing.10 points.