Shall I just write of petals, leaves, and sky
Escape into a world of fantasy and fairy tale
While all around me are wars where children die
When the world now suffers, as our leaders fail?
For surely dreamy subjects abound... exuberant!
Mindless unconnected thoughts detached from real life
I would rather use the pen for all that's relevant
Express some views and question reasons for a strife.
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I like this one Cynthia. It's fine and dandy to write of petals, leaves and sky, but the reality of the world leaves us no choice but to give others our interpetation of what we feel in lyrical verse, evn if it's war or some other foul thing.