Poem: Into Madness


Panic is danced into madness
by every soul that fears.
Bombing empty toy factories,
storming the field of tears.

 

And a million miles down that line,
you’re back where you began.
In the grip of some fresh mania
of leaders tall and tan.

 

Let me sleep upon that madness.
It won’t survive my dreams.
Your harbinger of holocaust
is daintier than he seems.

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