The ills of the world

The ills of the world

I want to cosset my babes;

Veil their eyes from all the ills

Of the world.

Each morn

We wake up to

The news of doom;

In lands close to home

Or further away!

News of a crazed youth

Shouting alluhu akber;

Massacring 

The innocent folks.

I feel a rush of

Vomit

In my throat.

My five year old tot

Wants to read the papers

Over my shoulder;

Pondering the meaning

Of slaughter,

Oppression, censorship, 

Despotic tendencies

Of narcissistic autocrats

In lands not so far.

Away!

I want to cosset my babes

Veil their eyes from

The ills of the world 

Outside.