The rulers idle at a Golfers Court

My mind seems overwhelmed by many thoughts
And feelings too about new  Nuclear threats.
What do I do, do I do what I ought?

Like fishermen whose nets swell with fish caught
How to filter out the ones which are mere fret.
My mind seems overwhelmed by many thoughts

They are all  here and none are sold or bought
All made up from just one alphabet
What do I do, do I do what I ought?

 

Where can we find the peace we have long sought
The politicians’ words in   graveyards set
All minds  are  overwhelmed by devious thoughts

The rulers idle at a golfers  Court
The country   churns and grips in moral threat
What do we do, do we do what we ought?

Dead children faces gaze  as  cold men bet
That Christ won’t come,won’t damn their cruelty yet
My mind seems overwhelmed by many thoughts
What do I do, do I do what I ought?

 

 

 

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history
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