Everything Is Going So Wrong In the World It Can'T Be True
I'm hardly awake
and I start to quake.
If I should choose
to switch on the news,
a message of doom
deepens my gloom.
From delusion to delusion
a world in confusion
tumbles and stumbles
as everything crumbles.
Then I see Sally
and hope starts to rally.
She's only seven
and a present from heaven.
I then hear a tweet
and sorrows retreat.
The sight of a dove
reminds me of love.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2020
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