Who have had their eyes dyed

Consternation is not really unusual

Like seeing  red eyes  threatening one’s not delusional

For they are government spies,

Who have had their eyes dyed.

Before weeping crocodile tears at the Confusional.

Some have their eyes dyed deep green

To fit a  more pastoral scene.

The rivers are blue

They have water in too

Consternation,where ‘ere have you been?

Yes, that is my grand daughter’s name

It nearly drove me insane.

I open the door

To shout Consternation no more.

She was meant to be  little Rosebane.

At least she’s not called Chaos or Chance,

By God’s grace or just happenstance.

If I bellowed Chaos

They’d hear me in Laos…

It’s just now my butterflies dance.

Have you got a favourite name?

Or do you pick  one again and again?

I like my own

As with it I’ve grown.

Of course it’s the parents I blame.

Does everything  need to make sense?

Are all human beings  now tense?

The Russians are bombing

with ruthless aplombing.

What shall we do in response?

Gaza is a bit overcrowded

Consternation was never intended

If the West Bank was East

That would do least

Harm for those on whom stuff keeps descending

Bombs,rockets ,pies and big shells

What story do these all tell?

Shoot before thinking

And never   start blinking

For with eyes shut, they’ll get you as well

It’s Pandora’s box over again

Evil flew out  as and when.

It covers the world.

Like a tablecloth swirls

It must be that Unoriginal sin