Happy Exciting National Poetry Month: April!
Today’s prompt – courtesy of Robert Lee Brewer ‘Poetic Asides’: write a foolish poem.
Let’s wet the lead and scribble!
The Fools’ Summit
The young fool and the old fool sat together
while solving the world’s problems
in the Café by the Sea.
The young fool said the answer was
to it with your heart,
to end the wars,
and feed the poor,
and cool the dying earth,
with words, and signs, and protest songs,
with the power of sheer will
and this alone would be the way
to answer all our ills.
The old fool laughed and shook his head
and said the boy was wrong.
He argued that the answer was
to let it all go on,
till time itself would save us all
and answer all Man’s wrongs.
They yelled and bickered all the day
‘till darkness hid the sea
and finally they headed home,
the only choice where they agreed.
They were content in their own minds
that answers were procured.
The old fool and the young fool smiled.
Mankind had been secured.
But in the world past the café,
the wars kept raging on,
the poor still died of hunger,
and ice is almost gone,
while we all drown an inch a day,
as foolish prophets meet for tea
and talk our lives away.
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