Feminist energy
Clout, frigid desire of shattered coat racks

Slow motion car crash
Circular firing squad
The efficiency
Of the placement
Of deckchairs

Herding cats
Clutching straws
Barking up at wrong trees
Knocking loudly on empty doors

Keep calm
And carry on
Loose lips sink ships
Do you hope to be
On the right side
Of apocalypse?

You might think that by now I’d have
The fruits of my maturity—
Good judgement and some dignity
The wisdom of my years—
And doing really stupid things
Would now have no appeal to me
My lessons learned,
My hard earned wisdom paid for with my tears.

But you’d be wrong.

The house is getting on in years, I know it needs a few repairs,
And I won’t deny there’s dust in every room.

But still I cannot calm my fear they'll use The Bomb to sweep the
   stairs,
When really all that’s needed is a dustpan and a broom.

One language connects the world

Two languages create confusion

Multiple languages lead to war.