And the world turns…

And poets pen

faint amens while writers

churn out words,

bedroom musos write songs

you’ll never hear,

And the world turns

Gaza burns

cryptocurrency corruption

at the very top

drones hover when will it stop?

And the world turns…

In the northern hemisphere

they only hear

their own voices drowning out

shouts from below

they know, they know so much

stay tuned, keep in touch

and the world turns …

Poor art is better

than the fake creations

what a time

each generation has a dictator

in the pop charts

obese with fried food grease

the poet sighs

then cries into his barista made

coffee…

And the world turns.

Chris