I've decided to stop reading the news
It's full of contradiction and misinterpreted views,
Bending of truths like a novelists muse
Inciting inspiration, stimulation, radicalisation but, never the truth of the situation
Just a public announcement of the wrong account, a miscommunication or fake revelation
Is it an attempt at entertainment?
Lacking empathy, a cold report with no sympathy
Of death, disaster and misery
Attacking humanity
As they relish at the world flying in to abyss
I can't be alone wishing we would all hug and kiss
So, instead I've turned to poetry, where theres no need to encourage, provoke or lie
For words of poem can reach the sky, you cant deny
My interpretation is all I need to see
Where thoughts can wander, minds can ponder
I never need to wonder, if what's written is fact or fiction
As a poet spilling his heart on paper, writing fast, creating friction
He goes to war with every etching
Of love and emotion of pain of gain
It's truer than the mirror in which you see your face
It reads like silk and flows like lace
Spilling over with generosity, leaving a genuine taste
Whether of love or hate, faith or sin
It's come from within where only truth can win

It's  a terrorist attack

‘ISIS!’
That is what they scream
Stabbing innocent people while the sirens start to gleam.

‘Attack! Attack! Get inside if you want to stay alive!’

Terrorists, terrorising children with their bombs,
Enticing other children to join them in their wrong.
Radicalisation, distorting minds through faith,
Ripping though freedom with their hate.
Officers fight back bravely,
Running though streets that you use to walk through safely.
Indiscriminate ******.
Too much bare.

‘Attack! Attack! They have knives!’
Try to run and hide.
Try to get inside.
Another bunch of terrorists have arrived to terrorise.
Cowards in vans and vests.
Killers, no more no less.

vowels are a ****** in english dyslexia, i've never heard of dyslexia in any other language, english can become custard, confusing syllable bulges; for all i know, polish is the most decisive syllable segregator, and this comes as an observation as a "native" speaker, even though i've spoken english much longer, i still managed to keep a linguistic integrity, unlike some of these uncle sinjit(s): spakka no urdu no more? ree'dah no sanskrit no more? all this ****** radicalisation ought to be blamed on the parents, who try too hard to "integrate", and disavow their children from their one, true mother, der zunge! plus, a question to canada (c16) - couldn't we just settle on calling james, josephine, and therefore allow the more authentic cascade of pronoun to fall through? i really, i mean, i really can't start calling james she, so, can we at least settle on the shortcut of calling james josephine?

it's easy to become jealous,
esp. in love, but also
in the craft of *ars poetica,
but there is a simple
antidote -
     don't feed the grievous
green eyes of
that sort of monstrosity -
instead of being jealous,
become... complimentary.

and it's sorting the wheat from the chaff
that makes me want to laugh
as we speed type the end of the world.

some weird fascination with radicalisation
and the spammers are hammering it home,

nowhere is safe anymore,
if you
pop into next door for a chat
like we used to
they'll shoot you,

the sign reads
no trespassing and no forgiving allowed.

keep off the grass can kiss my ***
no ball games
dogs on leads
do not feed the pigeons
mind the gap
it's all krap
wear a mask
don't wear a mask
you can get vaccinated
you don't need to ask
keep six feet apart
and
breathe through your ****
stay safe and secure
unless you are poor
and then it's tough *****
life in the city
*****.