Free verse, Poem

Day 76: Can of Worms

I wonder if it began like this The reason we flew "Harmless" words and names Thrown with purposeful intent. A belief in humanity Our compassion to overcome Divisive acts of terror Cloaked in political showmanship. Theatrical smoke and mirrors Smoky hazes to hide empty performances Of morality and concern Gilded tongues of spoilt men Mute… Continue reading Day 76: Can of Worms