Muddled World Poem by Rani Turton

In this splendid modern world, freedom beckons
The utter bliss of being alone; structures are likened to shackles
Liberty is moving on and on and on

With nobody to even notice when you've gone.

In this muddled world passion and compassion
Phobias and fears; home sometimes is in a foreign land
Where more people might try to understand.
Families shatter but then
Why should it matter
The complexity of this muddled world
Is expression and depression

Do the poor speak? What do the homeless have to say?
That homes in this structured world will wait for another day.

Copyright: Rani Turton