One Global Town Square

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace …

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world …

John Lennon, “Imagine”


To read Irene’s new poem “One Global Town Square” click:


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One Global Town Square

by Irene Fowler

Good faith, reason and empathy, checked-in at the door
Deemed; retro, passe, of no utility, thus to be jettisoned or ignored
Yet, indecency hits new lows, making jaws hit the floor
Is there a feel good, all’s good, ending
For a world spinning off-kilter, and ruinously bending
Today’s dangerous giants and soul-destroyers, vaunt Lilliputian hearts
In modern day David and Goliath sagas, and starring parts
Turtle-like ogres carrying their house of cards, on spineless backs
To ride or die, with rapacious, ravenous wolf-packs.

**

Toxic waves of manufactured mayhem, override and overwhelm
Whilst, the cacophony of disparate, shrill voices, spells, a vacum at the helm
Humanity cast into myriad, artificial, silos and divisions
First, second and third-worlds; frigid nomenclature, defying deletion or revision
This is no dazzling black-and-white, merry, melodic society ball
Our compacted, inseverable, global village, in dire need of one town square
Robbing Peter to pay Paul; a self-own and doomed-demented- double dare
Mankind’s overburdened, unseaworthy, leaky boat, is about to capsize
Still, they say; keep all eyes on the prize.

**

Tell it in Moscow and DC – how are the mighty fallen
Stalinesque Putin ‘n’ fascistic Trump callin’ cards, trashed, trounced, and trodden
Allowing the cosmos to briefly, slowly and gently exhale
Just deserts for injurious, damnable, actions going beyond the pale
Strangers to natural law and self-anointed masters of the universe
To truth, justice and equity; clueless and obverse
Diminutive minds and hearts, void of goodly inspiration or transformative vision
To ignite cartoon-watching, upcoming generations, with a sacred, fiery, global- town-square – mission.

**


© 2022 by Irene Fowler 

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Nona Blyth Cloud has lived and worked in the Los Angeles area for over 50 years, spending much of that time commuting on the 405 Freeway. After Hollywood failed to appreciate her genius for acting and directing, she began a second career managing non-profits, from which she has retired. Nona has now resumed writing whatever comes into her head, instead of reports and pleas for funding. She lives in a small house overrun by books with her wonderful husband.
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