Poem

Holding The World To Ransom

Buildings shadow, nature’s fall
Tears drops melt, her final call
Lips anger red, moss slips away
A loaded gun, a ransom play

Mankind aims, with all its power
A vicious blow, a darkened shower
Ozone holes, of deep regret
Ultimate shot, you can’t forget

Holding nature, to the sword
Needs now wants, a selfish Lord
Fragments flake, then float away
One last game, then time to pray

No balance found, need healing time
A world regrets, it’s violent crime
Damage done, dark broken rhyme
Last rainbow fades, our final line

© Matthew Pollock