Fractured Planet Poem by Mark Heathcote

Hold on to your britches
it's a fractured planet
there are no quick fixes
there is no universal magnate
so hold on to your crucifixes.

The world is fractured
we are different—continents adrift
we are a people deeply-fissured
there will always be a rift;
shadowy days when the sun does eclipse.

Nights—neighbouring parties
go to war; days when parleys
confabs hit a brick wall
putting us all on a collision course.
I wish we were all non-combatant.

But it's a fractured planet,
there are no quick, easy fixes
there is no universal magnate
it vexes me that one day we'll be all out
and without any more innings to play.