Caressing Leaves While Rome Burns
The horror over Covid continues
We’re fiddling while Rome burns
Let’s write about things that matter
Not leaves or things like birds!
It’s time for Sackcloth and Ashes
It’s time for hopeless despair
Not fluff with little birdies
To show you really care.
So here’s my take on Poets
Who feel the need to write
Rage like rampant prophets
Not like weak-kneed scribes!