A cage clangs, with a scream,
not totally, self-built,
as others, co-author scene,
to stir a mutual guilt,
stiff upper lips,
shield is armed,
it’s hard to grip,
to be so calm,
forming life,
that is to die,
for war is rife,
no reasons why.
Floorboards creak, under step,
a nervous one they are,
in mind, they’re out of depth,
don’t let them near your car,
for tarmac, red,
lack of thinking,
frequent dread,
means no more blinking,
culture’s plan,
to up the cost,
let every man,
make up compost.
But, a bird does tweet, in the tree,
fed by them, with glove,
to douse the hate, a victory,
to refill all the love,
fauna and flora,
are family,
a needed aura,
globally,
healers we,
could be our name,
no more pleas,
of who’s to blame.
So, on life’s loom, spin more joy,
in a world, that’s nearly sank,
be more wholesomely employed,
write laws that truly thank,
awakened now,
to lessen errs,
rejected fouls,
as we concur,
better beings,
deserve the reins,
to steer the means,
erase the pains.