The Broken Window (On A Broken World) Poem by bryan wallace

The Broken Window (On A Broken World)



Looking through a cracked window pane,
My view of the world outside obtained -
Framed in a decaying sash window frame.
Across a decaying back yard.

Stone outbuildings suffering from years of neglect -
Slates loose, weeds growing from guttering,
Feral pigeons enter through the broken door.
The building next door -
Has an elder tree where it once had a roof.
Rhododendron bushes over-grow the path,
Unloved dandelions grow
Through cracked paving stones.

Bigger problems - beyond this back yard.
Wars, and rumours of wars,
The hungry baby cries.
Pollution is poisoning our world -
But industry still sells us more.
The rich get richer at the expense of the poor.
The postman puts more bills through our door.
The newspapers feed us politicians lies -
Vote for us they say - we'll fix it!
But they don't - they feed the monster -
Claim their pay-cheques - forget about us.
The broken view -
Through a broken window-
Of a broken world.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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