Angels

Truth sits in a shattered home,
one time shelter to Mum,
Dad and two small boys:
Angels on the pinhead of politics,
blown over by a wayward wind.

Truth doesn’t pontificate,
brought up over millennia
to speak retrospectively;
a bottled message fizzing at her feet.

As light fades,
those who read translucent eyes
turn inland, seeking lost pathways
through a sorry human space.

Fear of Everything

Fake news – the buzz that

Eats away at our wellbeing

Attacking our thought processes and

Ruining our sense of perspective.

 

Of course, we could switch off

For the sake of humanity.

 

Each of us has responsibility –

Vandalism of our inner resources

Endangers the human species

Ruling us as much as any despot.

Young brains are malleable

Twisting into shapes that destroy

Hope and create depression and despondency.

I have no love of the status quo, but

No positive change is built without conscious foundation.

Goodness must be nurtured, and this takes focus and love.