Politics - A Warning Song Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

Our leaders try to contemplate what they must do to instigate the loathing they perpetuate,
In waves of blood and fear.

Blood reasons they do resonate within our hearts they detonate the freedom that they love to hate,
Too much to shed a tear.

Those fears they still do penetrate while others try to compensate for they who are less fortunate,
Who have no voice at all.

But hatred comes too soon – too late, into the minds of those who wait to read the signs – less literate,
Douse “freedom” on the wall.

For none must dare to liberate lest they who can do hesitate to stifle minds so passionate,
They laugh when war is won.

There is no time – procrastinate, there is no scope – so mitigate the evil they now instigate,
And all for God and son.

The world it turns a brave new slate as death she moves to mediate her master plan, she knows the date,
When man will breathe no more… yes man will breathe no more.