With the tuning of the instruments
Expectations are running high
Like they're all in competition
Instead of on each others side

As the conductor enters stage left
Knowingly waving the baton
Feels he was born for this very moment
In history to live on

The tune has been written by many
Over the course of time
With every new band and conductor
Adding to it their own lines

There's an air of anticipation
From the weary worn out crowd
The conductor clears his throat
As he turns around

I'd like to welcome you all here
Please hold your applause until the end
With this Symphony Of Disaster
As we strike up the band

There is something
they don't capture
on film
some sounds
they don't record
how loud
the breaking of bone
the cracking
when teeth are pulled
and skin
how it sounds
when the surface of skin
bursts
and muscles, sinews
are torn
in the cinema darkness
I wonder
how we would react
if the sound was 3D
too

~Insert catchy title here~
Sometimes that's all  you need
To get the ball a-rolling
To get your poem its read

It may not make much sense at all
They'll figure out in time
But before it is they do
~Insert here the perfect line~

As your drawing to a close
The readers mind you feel like bending
The next line is the spot where you
~Insert here a killer ending~

So who do you believe the USA ?
Who say Syria gassed it's own the other day
Or Russian TV that shows rebels have their own
With Saudi labels from close to home
The bodies stretched out lifeless now
Yet less than 1% or the total dead
What changed and why and how come now ?
Is collusion evidence likely to be found
Are both sides as bad as each other
Are there horrors yet to discover
Is the west dropping bombs going to change a thing?
Or will Russia's bear wake from its sleep
Uncertain as to what's to gain
Yet Cameron demands we bomb again
When did we become the police
To try and fix the middle east
The Arabs sit and let it roll
Why?
Because they have the oil
For them it's a win whatever now
As money is all they care about

Today in 1963 A father of four had a dream
A dream that followed from the horrors of war
Where his race had fought and died for the emancipation of Europe to let freedom ring
They had seen the extermination of the Jews, Negros and homosexuals they believed in a better world
Yet returning to find segregation still rife
Southern politicians still believing them slaves and a sub class
He told them to rise from the valleys of segregation and they came and peacefully protested
He said the government had failed to cash a promissory cheque, he was right. Lincoln's dream was not the freedom promised.
They marched silently past the National Guard, with dignity and were hosed by the fire department
Yet the fire within their hearts burned stronger
Change came after his death and slowly

Fifty years on Dr King is gone yet his dream is as vivid today as it was then
His dream of judging by character not by colour has been replaced by those who now judge by religion.
Once again the injustice, interposition and Nullification
Once again the world is at a crossroads
Creeds now walk alone others rejoice in killing
The concept of all created equal is no longer a dream for all
In places it is reality, in other lands their only dream
As we now sit on the edge of reason poised to once again bomb another creed we are once again looking for a solution
We have a ***** US president, Female heads of state, multi cultural countries in peace and yet we **** over gods creed and belief
I would remind them of his words...

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotes of civil rights "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

Now read those words Obama, Cameron, Putin and your peers. March ahead for men women and children have no highway home or lodging in Syria. They have little cover and no food and little water. I don't claim the solution is easy but Is military action by bombs from above your best option?
The coming days will tell.
It seems the Kings, Kennedy's and those who believed peace and harmony was an option are now in the minority in power.

To close with his words.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every hamlet, every state every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of gods children, black men white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old ***** spiritual,
" Free at last! Free at last. GOD ALMIGHTY, we are free at last.

Now add Muslim, Arab, Sunni and any other measure of colour and creed.

May you and whoever your god, country or colour may be. Live in freedom and respect others.