yet still 2016

mother nature

setting sun

flawless

souls who left us

shared parting gifts

singing Hallelujah

wild as the wind

 

wherever you look 

and actually see

is it worse than

ever before really

red bloody graphs

white lines on mirrors

gin with polar ice

and a slice

melting our hearts 

drowning our sorrows

 

the homeless dog's howl

piercing the ears 

of those souls

who care too much

who care to listen

to the screams

as the last hospital 

in Aleppo 

bombed

prem babies

pulled from their dusty tombs

what a way 

to celebrate

world prem

baby day

 

as the tabloids sink

to an all time low

cockroach editors

skuttle through 

westminster

drinking french champagne

in red, white & blue

BREXIT mugs

 

london bridge is burning down

on a pyre of social media

churning ourselves

against

ourSelfies

 

the kids they already knew

for years

this world

tumbling down

around us

cutting away

at their own flesh

through their tears

 

US boy

no gun in his holster

lynched

while safely in school

as the united others

hail their new leader

the stench of death 

wafting through the truly 

White House

climate change deniers

holocaust liars

 

activists are in shock

but no more numb 

than the Syrian people

who ask to be left

in peace

to die

their cries for help

unheard for too long

 

there's us

and there's them

there's before 

and there's after

the generation

who remember 

before the ws

world wars

world web

world wasted 

our friends die

mothers with no answers

children with no fathers

 

ladybird apocalypse

world war three

what to pack in my bag

where do we have to run

when we head for our sun

precious belongings

falling down mountain chasms

into the bleak midwinter

 

Yet Still

the songbird sings 

a yellow canary

illuminating the stars

 

Yet Still

the eagle soars

elevated

at standing rock

on the shoulders

of veterans

 

Yet Still

the female beatboxer

in oxford street

lifts us

high

 

Yet Still

nature

stops us

in our tracks

to listen

to real beauty

 

soothsayer

attenborough

jungala is sanctuary

where butterflies

will forever stamp

their millennium eyes 

on infinite souls

where roots hold firm

and truth

is our only hope.