Sitting in my sunny conservatory, watching the birds feeding; what could be wrong with the world...what I wonder?

A February Day

On such a day in February,

the buses ran, the children

went to school, all was real.

How could we know it then,

that their world would end.

Now we can only ask when

It will be the same for ours?


                                    © D G Moody 2022

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Written on 2022-03-07 at 16:31

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Strong, simple poem!

Myself, I'm convinced we have to approach this and other atrocities as biological phenomena. We ARE nature, down to the last warhead. It's in us, we are it. How else could it be? There are no REASONS for so many wars. The Vietnam war, the Iraqi wars, the Russian war in the Ukraine. No reason. It's biology at work. Our reflective conscience is but a side-effect in all this biology. However, out steadfast opposition to atrocities is nature as well, never forget.

People often place themselves - in their involuntary thoughts - OUTSIDE of the world, or as living IN he world, when, in reality, WE ARE THE WORLD, Cosmos and all. ARE. WE. IT.

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Guess humans never learn ... even after two world wars, we're back where we were. It's woeful and loathsome, really!

You've caught that sentiment well in the poem.

simple lifes become complicated