Sweep away the dust
Of perpetual wingers
Clean up the remnants
Of all those that would rule
History needs a sort out
And we need desperately
To learn from it
If we are to continue
Time is no longer a measure
Of sanity's lessons
The world is spinning
And implosion is immanent
Our worldly clean up is impossible
Unless we recondition the broom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is spinning And implosion is immanent Well written, Geoffrey, we humans are doing our best to destroy this Planet we all call home.
So sad John with the skills, knowledge and good people that we have.Thanks for your comments I really value them. Stay safe, Geroffrey.