Pages are blank today,

(where school children should be writing)

while across the world there’s hell to pay

(in bombed out cities, ghosted by cement dust).

But I’m sat here imagining

all the sparkly things I could say,

but don’t.

 

I suppose this is a place holder for digital content.

Requiring a headline and a keyword summary.

(and a call to action to pave the way)

But when it rhymes you can call it poetry.

Or this, an effort, a poor attempt…

If you clicked and scanned, and read this via IA.

It’s only words, a blog, a post, okay?

(and a refusal to only offer to think and pray).

Pixels on a screen reflecting useless discontent.