Chaos in the making is how it trickles down
When the politicians simper to the average ******* clown.
When the leaders hoot and holler and it all amounts to spin
And futility worn foremost is what we’re swimming in.
When a preacher roars “Believe me” and points to Heaven high
And the congregation rolls it eyes and heaves collective sigh.
When you can’t believe the **** you read in banner headline print
Or help discern the wheat from chaff in globals’ glitter glint.
When we glance askance at neighbours in communitys’ tight shroud
And yet doubt our very brothers’ frank veracity, aloud…..
Then we, dear friend, are knee deep in the doodoos to the kneck
And must seriously question why our values aren’t in check,
Why our trust is shot to tatters and our view, obliquely bent
And the promise for tomorrow lies vanquished, wrought and spent.
M.
Planet Earth
14 February 2019
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
Chaos in the making is how it trickles down
When the politicians simper to the average ******* clown.
When the leaders hoot and holler and it all amounts to spin
And futility worn foremost is what we’re swimming in.
When a preacher roars “Believe me” and points to Heaven high
And the congregation rolls it eyes and heaves collective sigh.
When you can’t believe the **** you read in banner headline print
Or help discern the wheat from chaff in globals’ glitter glint.
When we glance askance at neighbours in communitys’ tight shroud
And yet doubt our very brothers’ frank veracity, aloud…..
Then we, dear friend, are knee deep in the doodoos to the kneck
And must seriously question why our values aren’t in check,
Why our trust is shot to tatters and our view, obliquely bent
And the promise for tomorrow lies vanquished, wrought and spent.
M.
Planet Earth
14 February 2019
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