Tiresome

Waters flow overflows

yet it remains stagnant.

Morn sounds the waking crows

but it never is malignant.

Classic like the dhows

it seems unimportant.

Nuclear warheads bellows

we’ll all be poignant,

therefore what purpose

if you dare profane

yet you immerse

when I'm in pain!

What good you purse

memoirs me being plain

and the back curse,

earning your disdain.

Lacking my friend Time,

disregard it let it be

thou this may rhyme

and claim you know me.

Such living propaganda

when you can’t picture

this whole agenda

and grasp the whole future.

For you act like a clown

fitting yours immature

as I would just look down

deigning in posture,

empathetically frown

cause your deemed premature.

Weary to bring forward

my foremost view

from your age onward,

make your own avenue

not majorities word.