This was written in 2019, at the beginning of the madness …
The world’s gone mad and there’s just you and me
Wouldn’t it be nice to get up and flee
Leave the sorry sods to bicker and moan
To our quiet sanctuary, peaceful and alone
But where’d we go, my soul-mate so sweet
What place on earth do we take our fleeing feet
To the mountains, the forests or seaside haunts
Where can we go for our soul-sought jaunts?
Wherever that is, my caring friend
Our thoughts’d be here, where they suffer and rend
Our legs run away, but what of our heart?
It’d be here and there, so torn apart
Is not our mission, with care-worn souls
To stay in the melee and set up new goals
To be of help and succour, to all in need
With plaster and counsel for bodies, minds that bleed
Does peace come, you see, from a dash to the wood
Or a step next door, across our neighbourhood
Is not serving a peace-giving balm
Let us stay, my friend, turning tumult to calm
And so we stayed
Above is a poem from Glass Soul, a book of poems inspired by politics, nature, Love, humour and other happenings.