NO MORE WORDS
It’s time for action, no more words
Whether by mouth or on the page
Despite all, they have had their day
With little passion left to take away
It’s now just rattling bars of a cage
Time to separate whey from curds
Diplomacy always is the first choice
Yet as an option, was ever too soft
The media want to hear them speak
Sounding so strong, but is still meek
The cameras see the fists held aloft
Now hear that tremble in the voice
Whether minority group or faction
Whenever it is rioting in the street
It’s mainly fluff from all politicians
Nervously adopting new positions
Each angry nation’s heart will beat
Seeking some sort of firm reaction
Yet words do still retain their power
As silently, they slip under the skin
They irritate and itch when recalled
As anger takes over from appalled
When recognising it is mostly spin
So, come the day, come the hour