Hi, hello, greetings, salutations,
how fares our population?
I hope you all are sober?
hope there is no discomfort?
no complains of oppression,
no fights with indigestion,
but despite all these green pastures,
few things have caught my attention,
despite there being a golden standard!
occupying the depths of my cerebral cortex,
there are some issues,
failing to reach the motor cortex,
they are in need of a rescue
they wage a war of Plantagenet passion,
serenaded in swords, brutality and mystic fashion
these issues, might appear small,
as if not be in existence at all,
but I fear they are larger,
larger than the magna carter
This fabric of sewn objections,
The fear of society’s constant rejections
they house the facts pertaining to many matters,
of slogans raised and public banter,
all of which has no effects on the conscience,
only to become the shining example of incompetence
these issues all loiter,
in the corridors of unattended rioters
they fall on deaf ears,
their hate silenced, but discretely feared
so the only real question,
the one and only thought;
is the call of intervention?
Is there any at all?
what to do; when comes time,
as turning eyes blind is abetting the crime
do you pay heed,
do you conceive,
Or as bystanders spectating the deed
to think and ponder,
is better than hate, slander
to result in a reaction,
Instead of social media distraction
To understand and make a decision,
I feel is the only logical conclusion.