Stop the world,
I want to get off,
Its lethal whirl
I’ve had enough,
Held toxic while
Man efforts cure,
To anew beguile
Alters not lure,
Or endless excess
Yet denies blame,
Nor will redress
Be damage insane,
He’d ne’er confess
Of liable fed game,
To play you along
Alludes now tame,
For what fits best
On world die-cast,
Man did but infest
Wanted all too fast,
And won’t give rest
Known nothing lasts,
With barely time left!
We search for ways
Tho seem in vain,
Yet we’ll holdfast
To end man’s bane,
Would so engage,
Hence find disarm
A darkening rage
In a world insane,
The while ignored
Efforts that contain,
Threats to survival…
Alas beg commit,
Said altruist hand
Be of requisite fit,
Held tenacious bold
Cast in the soul,
Of a credible man!
Looking to hide
In a ravaged crowd,
Where war has him bide
In rag-torn shrouds,
For all that be left
Of this voiceless child,
Be a mind bereft
Feeling cast aside,
In a torturous tide
Of victims’ loud cries,
As dead bodies fall
From gory guns bane
Of spent soldiers insane,
That no longer recall
Were once poets near all,
Now brain-damaged mob
Be creatures caballed
Who follow a broken god,
Said maker of orphans
Who find shelter in rubble,
A place they’d once called home!
ode to war orphaned children
Poetry on a canapé 