A naked man rages at the sun
for cursing his village and ruining crops
for little did he know
it is a ball of nuclear fission, incapable of such things.
So too did the “learned” man despair
at the fate of his pupil, the leeches balancing the humours
but with no avail, the phlegm and bile was ongoing
the leeches had no control over the fate of the young one.
A drunken man shouts and screams at the screens
as another announcement from the nation’s leader riles
unaware perhaps that the tv does not listen (at least for now)
and ignorant of the meaninglessness of policy on individuals.
In calmness we take up arms
with pen and paper as our weapons
we challenge the few, whomever we see as threats
not with violence, but with truth
for in knowledge does the soul be set free and the emotions calmed
for the children of the future will know of our perils, and how the best them.
thanks for the typo pickup pendanty wibble.blog 🙂