The WarningSpare me your protests for peace and love,
You do nothing but put on a lively show…
For then you disbelieve the one above,
And meekly forsake the man next door.
If autumn leaves were to fall in spring time,
Or Snowy flakes were to cover a summer street,
You would still call this poem a crime,
You would still throw tantrums and stamp your feet.
Your hunger-strikes won’t get what you want,
This isn’t the way the battle should be won,
I see starved looks on faces gaunt,
But is what you demand inevitably done?
The bomb blasts you decry aren’t one of a kind,
Hold on a bit and press rewind,
This happened before but you didn’t mind,
Now why would you get that petition signed?
Please don’t belittle this poem of mine,
I’d really appreciate it if you spent the time,
To work through each and every line,
You’ll see there’s always a reason and rhyme.