Artists sensed the coming ot the war.
If they can’t do this what are they here for?
When defences fail we see with shock
The true state of affairs,no longer blocked
Who will look or listen to bad news?
No one counts the likes nor notes the views.
Long sight is a gift except for whores.
Yet those with short sight see right to the core.
When the bombing starts, words run amok
The speed’s too quick to measure by a clock.
Politics old crosswords give no clue
The head is missing what’s the foot to do?
Fragmented borders, bodies serve in lieu
There must be separation, old from new
Those who were once holy now are damned
Take the brain out now,thought must be banned
Bodies run like automatic drones.
One by one they fall beneath the stones
How my heart sings 