Grandma Said Poem by Elaine Battersby

My grandma, before she was dead.
Naught wrong with world, it's people in it.
I think you could say, it's the same today,
As it was of yesterdays.

Isn't it a mess,
Oh what a shame,
Everywhere you look,
It all seems the same.

Suffering and starvation,
Violence and war,
Corruption, greed,
Destruction.

Our children killing other children,
Gangs guns and knifes,
taking innocent life's.
Oh, what ashame.

Don't we ever learn
or change,
Can't we give,
instead of take.

Everyone is on the make.
Politicions, bankers.
Dictators and statesmen
Business and tradesmen.

Oh, what a shame.

Secrets and lies,
hacking phones, distorting truth,
Internet bullies and distressed children,
Oh, what a mess.

Can we change the way things are.
Yes, we can if we dare.
Find the courage to lead.
Show the love to care.

Elaine Battersby(Elaine B)
March 2012