Disillusioned- a poem

Disillusioned- a poem – June 2020

I am ill at ease with the present world peace

As down below it glimmers of how the world simmers

As we warm up to sin with an uneasy grin

Trying to hide our conscience and pride

Repeating again some period of pain

Known as the Romantic which was violent and frantic

In which anything goes and end up in woes

Which satisfies our senses and blunts our defenses

Making us unable to stay quite stable

In this time of pretension and fake self invention

To favour those who are weakest to outshine the meekest

Playing once more on the world stage of yore

Where Catholics reigned supreme in the fake Barogue dream

Of opulence and gold based on indulgences sold

Paid by long dead sinners for lavish dinners

Of human reprieves enjoyed by thieves