NO MORE WORDS

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