Poetry Thursday 38 - May-be Masters of War

 Two parts to the blog today, one seasonal and the last political.

May - be

Aptly named for the potential it might show,

perhaps there won’t be anymore frost,

then seedlings can safely grow,

and the drab damp winter could be lost.

 

It could be that the world is brighter,

with flowers decorating our views,

maybe signals that days will be warmer,

T-shirts and shorts in the news.

 

Perhaps we’ll need fresh suntan cream,

to ward off potential burning,

sun worshippers can but dream,

of an Indian summer coming.

 

But as the name suggests nothing on Earth is certain,

early in the year always room for doubt,

time yet for summer acclimatisation,

so ne’er cast a clout till May is out.

© David L Atkinson May 2024 

I heard this on the wireless yesterday and thought how apt it is for the current state of the world. My wish is that ordinary people make their voices heard.

Bob Dylan

Excerpt 

Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

God Bless