A War of Words
by David R J Sealey
A grey day when it shouldn’t be,
global eyes focussed on coming together
to compete in coliseums of ice
obscuring a slow-drifting fog of war,
and the cheering crowds conceal
an inevitable whisper in the wind
that nobody wants to hear,
but it comes.
Temperatures drop several degrees
in the face of global warming,
a warning shot fired in the former USSR,
ignites a flaming tornado of words.
A media shitstorm whips up the heat
to an unbearable degree, papers
are signed, cameras pointed at the pen
obscure the trigger finger.
A war of words breaks out,
an intercontinental ballistic first strike
launched from the mouths of the ignorant,
oblivious to our voices, deafened
by the ringing of the counter-strike,
justified by those that sell stories
in the interest of flogging rags that
tear open wounds and won’t bind them.