If the stars hung low…: A poem 

If the stars hung low 

would they be robbed of their glow? 

The publicised icons that we know 

in our reckoning are not just so-and-so 

We wax eloquent over their battles won 

We applaud their lifestyle, and it is done 

to celebrate their rollicking blazing fun 

For empty lives entertainment is thus won 

If reason were to steal the show 

meaning would be the knock on the door 

Propaganda would be laid bare for its lies 

Not the meal of a billion swarming flies 

If the stars hung low 

would we be asking for more? 

And actually listen to the unheeded roar 

of the world that’s gone sore