Though news gets worse and worse each day
Grave matters can’t be swept away;
Moreover, outside looks like rain
Which tries to clean my window pane…
Geopolitics be damned!
World trading nations take a stand
Each wanting larger slice of pie;
Meanwhile, we struggle to get by…
This gracious world is ours to share
But altruistic thoughts are rare
As precious metals, oil and grain
Are claimed by those on gravy train!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
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