pi & anne

No poem, ode will change the world,
No brush stroke keep the guns at bay.
No stories can erase the Hurt,
No forest blooms on motorways.

The pressure on my mind grows day by day,
While watching wedding gowns and cats per se—
The bickering and visionary dreams
Of politicians and Joe Bloggs, it seems

They are a game of who can stick
Their head into  the sand  enough
To talk about the size and brick
they find in other's eyes, it's tough.

The drymouth cocktail still on our lips,
We take another hopeful, blinding sip,
I know this is  a  pessimistic  verse,
But fear and anger are, and the world  turns

Another  t ime, I lean  o n  love
Another time, I lean on love,
Another time I lean, on love
Another time, I lean on love.