Ant Smith

All poems

Do not squabble over headlines

Do not squabble over headlines
Distant truths are nearer lies
Nobel causes burn like grasses
Left to dry for endless time

You have no cause to heal this planet
Lest you first can cleanse your mind
You may seem to be compassionate
But your passion comes at a price

Fine ideals like fine dining
Sates no well earned appetite
Look upon your close surroundings
Tend to this, your own birthright