Good Riddance
Tired and weary
Cold and teary
Fed up with the War
I cannot take any more
I've lost my house
And my darling spouse
I am all alone
Left on my own
No friends left
I am bereft
I do not know
Where can I go
To rest my head
On a cosy bed
I feel smelly
Upset belly
Hunger pains
Pouring with rain
My clothes are dripping
My head is splitting
Woe is me
How can this be
There is no reason
For all this treason
Why can't we be
Happy
Fires are burning
People are yearning
For these wars to cease
And the return of peace
Bombs keep dropping
There's no stopping
Children crying
Their parents dying
Laying at their feet
In agony and defeat.
It's insanity
There is no profanity,
Because there is no word
That fits
This vile abuse
Has no excuse
How can we rid
Ourselves of it ???
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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