Geraldine PoynerHayes


Fear For The World

Through the hazy year of time,
Across the murderous seas of brine.
Floating through the skies so high,
Going round and round with a demented sigh.
Tell me why? Tell me why?

There is no sanity in our world today,
This is our life, this is the way.
Throats are sliced with an ease that scares,

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