A poem

What, why and how are on the menu today
is this the way we tumble from this dizzy ledge?
no pledges honoured, ever, by vile suits and red ties
their lies echo into dead air, why?
We saw monuments to our fallen fall into disrepair
no one cares to listen, today’s menu is scripted in advance
to satisfy gluttons gorging on blood, ignore fire and flood
why? how do they not wake up?
these days, these times fly above our simplistic rhymes
the crime of indifference allows the leash its length
vacuous dolts know enough to never halt
unless we go off menu, now we must throw questions
like javelins faster further, to land in the comfort zone
why, how or what is stopping us?

Chris 2025