A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

New Super-Powers

Isn't it funny the way things go
That something as little as a war
Could cause a rift in nations so
That old relations disappear
And divisions arise and know
Where one was there will be two.

Look at it and you will see
How carefully orchestrated it is
That an avoidable war will be
Made to create two super-powers
Once more and once more with glee
The world will stand in terrible tension.

And where will Britain stand?
Neither side will let it sit
On the fence.
With one foot in each camp
It cannot but feel the pain in between.
A choice must be made.
And can you feel it slide to the West?
No, it will dance the continental.