Madness/More MadnessA Poem by DianahTwo poems written in the silly season where things get a little bit crazy.
Madness
Some brush it under the carpet or try to lock it away but it breeds within our human genes madness is here to stay. Madness smolders slowly in packs of burnt out cigarettes some drink to drown madness but then fill up with regrets Some people will pay out millions to search for sense inside their heads I saw madness sleep with sanity in Tracey's unmade bed. You cannot lock it out when you know it's waiting there behind every cracked reflecton the eyes of madness stare. More Madness It's madness to waste money but we do it every day while some fight to survive some just waste away. Some think it is pure madness to buy organic meat when factory farms are full of cheaper hen pecked treats. Wars are fueled on madness and the lies of politicians. Madness lurks in factories fired up with ammunition. Madness walks in corridors of power paying lawyers by the hour. In so many cases the victims pay madness watched criminals walk away. It's hard to stay sane in a world full of insanity I'm off to scatter seeds of madness for humanity. D.Hinson Jan 2010 © 2010 DianahFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorDianahLancaster, United KingdomAboutI write , mainly poetry, about anything and everything. I have written song lyrics and seem to be addicted to rhyming. I hate writing blurbs for blogs as I never know what to say... I often confuse.. more..Writing
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