A poet sits open mouthed in shock
The future‘s gone
The future’s lost
Every day the news becomes more and
More obscene
Children starving dying right there on the screen
You can’t make it
Go away
No form of make up
Can cover up!
War has been declared
On each others’ faith
For one side it’s the oil
And control of drugs
All for their own ends
Innocents ask how can we make amends?
The poet sits open mouthed!
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