With one long spoon, the mixture swirls
Break up our certainties grown thick
And watch the heat rise up in whorls...
Role playing, it seems clear to me,
Gives the old status quo a tug
Allowing thoughts to filter free
Motives born of hate not love...
So much around is harsh and cruel
Greed, resentment, power, lust
Our natures garish headlines fuel
Violence shakes our planet's crust!
Calls for calm and peace unheeded
Hot spots on the globe ignite
Our way to Hell seems unimpeded ...
Halt, look up and see the light!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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