A Fragile Thing Survives

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all well. I’m sharing another poem with you today, and I hope you enjoy it!

The news peals like a fire alarm,
It rings constantly in my head;
It’s always horror and carnage,
And it causes me nothing but dread.

The world feels like it’s broken,
Each new headline breaks it more,
When violence, war, and conspiracy
Spread so fast from shore to shore.

The voices cry out in anger,
And the streets run thick with lies,
As truth is drowned in shadows
While all hope corrodes and dies.

The past lies burnt in cinders,
The future is looking grey,
And every day’s a nightmare
That ends the same old way.

But still among the horrors,
A fragile thing survives—
Kindness offered in helping hands,
A sign hope is alive.

Thank you, as ever, for reading my words!

Until next time,

George

GEORGE L THOMAS