Oct 02, 2017 14:23
disquiet
I can't fault the stories I read
which inside such disquiet breeds
I conjure thoughts of future
for the children young I nurture
and am stricken by a morbid remembrance
of all the terrifying Cold War nonsense
rattling sabers atomic and bellicose yells
never asking for whom the nuclear bell tolls
no wisdom or statesmanship is here in sight
from the hill of leadership there is no light
one elected freely by those wanting change
another bred within a family paranoid and strange
is it little wonder we cannot tell them apart
these red faced ignorants who war could start
they seem to not to care what others think
even if any victory will carry a carrion stink
the Tomorrow we dream of they see through fear
so close to a better future and doom ever so near.