The zephyr’s warmth chills to a frosty blue
the fragility’s there for all to see;
war words in the game of diplomacy:
politicians talk for the populous
and now, escalation, incredulous!
And there, lost within a volley of words
hides a greying truth, a boil laced with lies
and the tears will fall under cloudy skies.
How many will die beneath darkened skies?
Julian Clarke © 2018