Poet's Corner: The Twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle little star

I do not care what you are…

But days have passed

Without my knowing

Of your diseased

Deceitful glowing

Amassed from rays of hate

So solid

They break through dreams

And turn them stolid…

Yet nights have sunk

Without your image

Of twisted fun

Of blood and pillage

Engulfed in cries so real

And vivid

They raise the dead

And slay the living…

…And yet we breathe

And you still twinkle…

…We live our lives

And watch yours dwindle…

Twinkle, twinkle little star

But do be careful whom you mar…