Among a forest of virgin bush
it lies within a rocky crag
that stilled the raging mountain stream.
A turbulent bubbling brook,
wildly you race the wind
in your haste to reach the sea.
But a dropp of rain
lost upon the ocean,
for the ocean can no longer separate,
two governments.
With technology as their tool,
They play the ultimate game
Called ‘Fear Inspired, Insanity’.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bubbling-brook/
