My World Grumbles As It Turns
My world grumbles as it turns.
I hear the cries of nations fade
into the night.
I see the moon looking down
at such a sight.
The world that I know is going
wrong.
But the world that I know keeps
marching on.
How many more worlds must
crumble as it turns?
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2019
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