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