As the Spinning Wheel Whirls
In it’s magnificent cloak of colors.
Hypnotizing me from my deck.
Reminding me, to trust in God!
That no matter what people think,
His created world, is not a wreck!
Children are born, people do work!
But news paints the world as “ugly.”
We forget there is one leader here.
Invisible, and whose laws to follow.
News, tells us, lies galore and false
truths to follow.
The world will end when God decides
Tis so and not one second before.
Not by fear mongers, crawling all news
and websites.
So please do create beauty with your
pen, at sunset and at dawn.
Nor slam a door in a friendly poet’s
face.
Do not ignore old poet friends,if so~
What are you, in a comment race?
When we use our fellow poets as
make-believe friends.
Tis we, not countries, who are the true,
dark disgrace.
Arrogant,phony oligarchs with pens,
Who write of love, but cannot be true,
to love a poet to the very end!
3-30-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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