“We haven't time”, I hear you say
“To indulge in poetry today”,
Yet in these troubled times, my friend
It really might be good to spend -
A moment contemplating life
When all around us, fear is rife.
The poet has a role to play
Directing thought from every day
To channels where the spirit soars
And meditates on life's real cause.
We're all part of the human race
Why live and work at such a pace?
No thought is spared for one another
Selfishness our only brother...
Plato thought if poets ruled
Politicians might be better schooled...
From bombs to bombshells in our mind;
Why are humans so unkind?
Metaphysics serve the poet's art
Great questions filter through the heart.
(c) Poet in the woods 2016