Than to be expecting a war
See better when the year was new
But after all I saw plenty
Not what I was wanting to see
That has been haunting me
Tonight the lights are flickering
As hubris fights its nemesis
As farce when the worst are beating
Their chests to be the best
Of the worst and keep on cheating
Sheep who keep on bleating
They get to me I get depressed
At not what I was looking for
The mystery is that we let
By now I thought maybe we knew
But then I should have seen
And would have if I wanted to
What we would soon go through
Behind my hands from in between
My eyes could have seen it coming
If I do I can see through what
Who chose this nightmare coming true
I think this one will blow over again like so many others in recent years. Not worth the destruction and damage just to play war games.
Ron
Hugs!
Jane