A Few Creatures Are Running

A few creatures are running our world And they are ruining everything under the sun They're constantly arguing. This is wild. A few warmongers, with no apparent mild Manners, have the capability to annihilate All of us. I'm sorry for our destiny, and for our fate. One is old, one is fat, one is young, and one is not slim Please stop this puerile talk. Our lives are in danger Our planet is in danger. Please be nice to each other. Stop testing those stupid missiles. This is a shame We want no inadvertent accidents, no haphazard excuses Do not harass the other guy. Do not blame the Muses. A few creatures are running our world And they are ruining everything under the moon This is very serious and strange. This is no fun. Copyright © November 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.