My Monday Metrical Musings #38

crop woman with heart on palms


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.

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