Hands in the Air

Oh yeah, you got the love, sings the star
To the heartbroken fan;
 
For this reason I kneel, chants the prayer book
To the penitent man;

For this reason we fight? tweets the journo,
Counting the dead;

Were the words ‘Yes we can’? says Obama,
Scratching his head.

Michael Loveday

If you have any comments on this poem, Michael Loveday would be pleased to hear from you.