John Squires Poet Rhyme

When Chaos Leads

Blatant held a shaky hand
It couldn’t make a proper stand
It threw about the weedy yard
And when it slowed it landed hard
Aggression grew when chaos led
Both tripped and landed on their head

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John Fleming February 14, 2015 at 5:27 PM I get the feeling of a mysteriously shrouded political theme! It would certainly fit more than a few domestic and international incidents at the present moment. :-) john.