on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
been there a few times of late
got a destiny, but not a date

staring up, at a clear blue sky
nature sobs, but cannot cry
the heat of the warming sun
is still awaiting, till winter’s done

meanwhile, a virus has come to play
no-one really wants it to stay
most think it most uncouth
but at least it doesn’t, destroy our youth

not like the weapons of a murderous war
young or old, life blood is poured
under the guise of honour, not money
human treacle, disguised as honey

but i fear, deep down inside
where love and peace, had a chance to reside
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
by Jemia