What Times Are These


When we laugh and greet but seethe within
and o’er the horizon looms a dark cloud of doom
yet unfazed we ramble on about politics, celebrities
parties and ditties.
The custodians of our wealth guard a treasury empty
While the rest pretend that life’s much better and easy
Has anyone seen the cloud rising it seems much different
the weather man does not think so.
Far out the killings happen not close here
The bombs drop there not near
There’s a scream nextdoor a child cries
Whispers in the dark, close by.
Famine, scourge and death we upgrade defence
Care do you? Choice is yours suffer or accept
To each his own the world is not my home
Mums the word. Fear the constraint.


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