Appeal
This is my appeal.
Our world needs to heal
So much grief we feel
Cos we’ve been given a seal
That’s a pretty raw deal
A life in tragic ordeal
Taken away by a steal
Turning hearts to cold steel
Calamities un-conceal
Though all seem surreal
We need to peel
We need to kneel
Bend down to our heel
Like begging for a meal
For life to reveal
A ripe field ideal
Blue sky, bells peal
For renewed wonder and zeal
With weal and feal
As long as we anneal
All that is truly real
This is my appeal.
Well said. My ‘appeal’ too.