Two little boys are squabbling now,
just like children throwing stones.
Shouldn’t we tell their mummy’s,
I think they should really go home.
Arguing about who’s the biggest,
yet it’s warheads their shouting about.
I think we should close the playground,
isn’t it about time they got out!
~
lizalizaskysaregrey©2017
I’m waking up at ridiculous o’clock wondering what the news is going to say today.
I’m beyond horrified, I’m flabbergasted that these children continue to play with our lives as if we are counters at the bottom of a toy box, cast aside for the big guns.
I really think it’s time we put them to bed, time for mum’s and dads to take back control don’t you think?
I’m not politically minded, I don’t understand war or rhetoric but I understand care and I think it’s about time we took some care of our planet and lives.
Hopefully with that out I can go back to sleep!
Oh my! That is so wonderfully written! Two little boys indeed, thinking the world is only all about them! Mum!! Dad!! Where are you???
Lovely poem Liza, lovely and so fitting!
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Thank you and yes, if I was one of their mums I’d be sending them to bed without any tea 😉
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So perfectly said!
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Thanks Phyllis 😊x
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Loved it, what can I say.
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I have an app on my phone for the local news station and anytime there is a notification I think what now? I fear there is no good end in sight. Hope you got some more rest!
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Just about rested 😉 Yes, I feel the same way every time there’s a news update on my phone 🙂
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