World (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #24)   Leave a comment

The world is full of vitriolic hate
Spewing out onto our plate.
But there’s never enough to sate
The warmongering bloodlust,
The drive to turn all things to dust,
The will to watch the world combust.

I don’t know the way to save the world.
How to stop the bombs from being hurled.
To stop the flags from being unfurled.
And so they march friend against friend.
Now everyone is broken; no one would bend.
And through their actions, comes the world’s end.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/24/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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