The World Spins – until?


My world so small
Wrapped in sack cloth
As it spirals out of control
Into a picture too big to resize

The planet spins
Climate into oblivion
As politicians spew
Rounded vowels
Airborne like

A broken record-
Of rubbish stacked up on the streets
Ambulances in queues
What is the collective noun
For 15 of them- I wonder?
72 hours for a bed-
What NHS?
Energy we can’t afford
Energy we may not have
Empty supermarket shelves
And half the lighting

Thoughts are squirrelled in ringlets
As a mighty tsunami starts to build
We see the cracks
But no one heeds the message
Instead they argue
They fight
And the worlds spins on

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