Invasive Thoughts

I think of those who’ve gone before

Now happy on far-distant shore

Beyond the reach of war or pain;

Not like today's souls who remain...

 

I wonder what they would have thought

Of our situation fraught

Where tranquil times no more hold sway

And murky scenes on screens now play?

 

Each generation holds on tight

Yet for its freedom has to fight

Grim times face us, one infers

More nations have to "earn their spurs"…*

 

The Black Prince metaphor is apt

As power seams are subtly tapped

The evil circus rides again:

Invasion by another name...

The time for chivalry is past

Steeds from the sky come hurtling fast

This is no level playing field!

Around us - many fates are sealed …

(c) Poet in the woods 2022

* Like Edward, the Black Prince  (1330-1376)