After the fatigue of the pandemic came the Ukraine war, exposing almost every nations double speak, the sorry state of economy, the ever widening gap between the “have’s and have nots” and then the mayhem caused by gunman in US, and one is left with a question “ what is it ?”

What is it ?

Is it the guns, is it the bombs

Or planes that rain

Fire from the sky

Is it knives, that stray inside

Unsuspecting beings

At unlikely times

Is it hunger, on its lonely walk

As brazen gluttony

Belches it’s gas

Or is it else, rotten that has spread

That we do see, yet won’t accept

For it means failure, collective of course

Of all we’ve achieved

That we love to flaunt