War, Wisdom And Oz... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Our world is not yet hanging by its final thread,
for if it were, we'd all be reading Nostradamus,

yet, th' World is dangling loose by frayed nerves
and suddenly, people pray to the Wizard in the sky.

Wisdom is understanding the precept of foresight,
taking justified charge for a crisis before-

th' crisis takes charge of the world we breathe in;
Proaction, prevention... stepping stones of Peace,

assumption, presumption... a precipice for Chaos,
which is th' element that gnaws at our fragile strings.

War should never be first pass option, then again,
we are libel for all th' Wizard entrusted us with;

thus, as th' ICE blood of th' East fills its oily veins,
ther' appears to be no other options than to melt it down.

Oz wasn't built over night, nor were the Witches,
as their hate was born from progressive ignorance.

Ther' is no Emerald City, for if ther' were
we'd be singing- 'Over The Rainbow' with Gaga, and Bennett,

some lady that used to play shock stage for money,
until she decided to do what she had to for her stage.

There's no place like home, 'less you fear th' air around it;
sometimes we need to clear it...and start all over again.







FjR-MMXVI