Rage

on what rancid flawed meat

does my anger feed?

my rising tumult of bilious

stomach-churning outrage,

my futile sense of disbelief

at what I see, what I hear,

what I read, my benign disgust

at heinous world events, tales

of death, of war of poverty

of hunger of famine, all stoked

by idiotic trumped-up crass

circus-clown diplomacy,

sour egotistical, spent old men

gambling with the others’ hand,

this is where my anger feeds

every night, 10pm, BBC

Published by grahamrsherwood