Roulette Wheel of a World
When the first dawn broke on our accident
Prone roulette wheel of a world seemingly
Flexed against everything and everyone
In it, it soon became clear that some way
Of mitigating the many mysterious forces
Railed against humanity was necessary,
And thus the first rudimentary incantation
Crossed the lips of a farmer whose crops
Had been decimated by a freak hailstorm
Which meant there would be nothing in
The bin to get his family and his livestock
Through autumn and the coming winter.
Is there a secret portal in your mirror?
Are people talking to you from the glass?
Figures stepping from the glass into your
World? Do you seek to prevent further
Invasion from the glass and if so have
You tried cleansing the glass with a stiff
Cognac, lemon and Canada Dry? An ideal
Solution for closing unwanted gateways
To other worlds and one that ends on a
Happy note as this is one detergent you
Can polish off yourself.
How much prayer went into Aleppo I
Wonder? Somebody's prayers were
Answered, but not those of the wider
World. Prayer, now there's a thing, as
Flexible as you like, meaningful to some
Meaningless to others, especially those
Equipped with cluster bombs, guns and
Mustard gas. No need for prayer when
You can blow your enemy to pieces, raise
His home to the ground and call it a good
Days work.
Like the farmer above not everything in
This world is as it seems and not every
Prayer will be answered and yet we still
Wait for signs that 'The meek shall inherit
The Earth' but let us not hold our breath
Just in case.
©Joseph G Dawson
18/01/2017
