Day 173. Saturday 6th October 2018

Across the |World

© 2018 Steve Cook

Across the world or so it seems

There's much ado and oft about nothing

That counts no more than a hill of beans,

And the strut of emperors without clothing.

To hell with all this noise and vexation

And the poisoned fix of pointless strife

Time-released into the blood of nations

By conmen, shysters and parasites

Hell-bent on misery and hoping

In their blackened souls that none will see

That something wonderful is growing

Upon the Earth from sea to shining sea.

So ignore the noise and listen friend

To the hum of harmonised voices,

Waken to a world on a healing trend

Of Brotherhood and wiser choices.