Such A Mess! Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

(Written during a national elections period)

A party? which party? Party spins!
The collective dactyl of the paladins.
A protest march; with my wisdom; my sins!
And God? How sad! He just grins.

I could never guess
such a mess.

Let’s dance; a change to be had.
In the woodland two crows so mad.
Some thoughts I may add:
Are you good or bad?

Impossible to guess
such a mess.

Red and green and blue zing;
a pink and purple string.
My sweet anarchist king
I hate the morning’s awakening.

How could I ever guess
such a mess?

I hadn’t realised before
that as I feel more,
as I’m forced to see more,
as I move fore
and explore
my deeper core
and get my mind sore
with gore and war,
the more I don’t know what I’m hoping for.

What a fool not to guess
such a mess!