Darkening Hours

Sitting and watching the way some of the political war-games are playing out caused this poem to be birthed.





Darkening Hours  -  21 Aug 15

Watching the way
Some people
Play their strange
Little games

In the distance
Sabres rattling
Almost
Play a tune
Almost

Perhaps they think
It is a battle hymn
Almost
More like a battle dirge

Now the hours
Wrap around us
A dark shroud
To take us all
Into the night





Not a poem to enjoy but it really wanted to be written.