Within

Don't usually write poems much. Felt inspired to by the sight of a nurse holding a vigil outside Downing Street for 4 hours. Every minute's knelt silence equal to one NHS member killed by Boris and Cummings.

Within

 

In a pale mask, the nurse kneels.

A black door in the background.

Death lives here.

In a white room, temperatures spike

And hearts fail.

In darkness, Truth flails a weakened fist.

 

On a blank page, words matter.

A message is transmitted.

Hope lights a world.

In a news flash, lies became facts

And lives ended.

In a painted corner, Treason sings.

 

In a blue sky, clouds hover.

A world spins.

A child cries in the distance.

In a pale mask, the priest intones

And makes a cross.

In smoke, the soul ascends.

 

In a side street, a banker claps.

And claps again.

Champagne is opened, poured.

In a clear glass, the bubbles fizz

And mock applause.

In silence, wealth remains.

 

In a pale mask, the nurse kneels.

A black door in the background.

Death lives here.

In a white room, temperatures spike

And hearts fail.

In darkness, Truth flails a weakened fist.