In a tired world teetering between a buck’s antlers

I saw a worried lion counting his money as an irritated eagle stalked past, determined to dismantle The Flying Committee

In the sea, the fish were all up in arms…denying the authority of the waters

While, on land, the wind beat the leaves – to make itself feel better

and a vagrant plant tore away from its soil in protest- roots and all

Even worse, humans chose colour as a basis for hating each other

And all looked for who to blame

And none of it made any sense

© Vivian Zems

The Sunday Muse#120

Poets and Storytellers United