The sun as hot as tempers badly frayed
Makes little lamps gleam on the holly leaves
While adults quarrel , children cannot play.
We are nervous who can we believe?
No-one knows for sure how we should live.
The sun’s as hot as tempers lost or frayed
We flinch at seeing leaders more war wage
Virtue and its family all deceased
The foetus is aborted, has no grave
On the other’s heart, lies make their raids
The MP’s strut about like children peeved
The sun as hot as tempers badly frayed
Wisdom’s not genetic, not innate
We learn from those around us only if
We dwell within the dance of love and hate
Why have madmen triumphed , power seized?
Lives are almost worthless to these thieves
The sun as hot as tempests, storms of rage
We need to move, to wander, re-engage
How my heart sings 