The world as it is: A poem 

On the streetside, beggar’s crap and snot 

Civilisation is a crowded parking lot 

The road hog drives with eyes bloodshot 

A teenager’s break is smoking pot 

Children love with apps in their hand 

Survival is stodgy with greed in its glands 

The sucker ducks to a posse of packages 

Hide your convictions, as we return to Dark Ages 

Kick concern like a wrapper on the street 

The politician’s promise is not gluten-free wheat 

His miracle happens to be a beast with no teeth 

The world is racing, but morality has no feet 

Religion is abstract, but it still draws the lines 

To confront an affront, manmade wars are the fines 

Technology is breaking records with telling signs 

that redundancy is how the future shines 

The clarion call is to decry oppressive autocracy 

But there is no circumspection of the hidden oligarchy 

For, the plebiscite is division by advocacy 

We can also get sore teeth from all this democracy 

The poor are poorer, but poverty is in the soul 

of the wealthy who only have a conscience for selfish goals 

The Axis of Evil may be a tag for the seeming villain 

But beguiling hypocrisy is the habit of self-proclaimed righteous men