I walk in the wood
Wishing to keep away
From the fray.
The birds up above
Have something meaningful to say.
Whilst angry crowds,
(Elsewhere, in street and square)
Shout to loud
And call
For everything to fall.
It is easy to smash
And trash
That which you do not understand.
Macbeth’s idiot walks the land.
And, in his tale of sound and fury
There is no room for a more nuanced story.
Maybe I should
Stay in the wood
And write poetry.
But those who know
And love
Their country
Can not see
It brought low,
By those who do not know.
K Morris - Poet 
With you on this one, Kevin.
Thank you, Eric. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best, Kevin
You’ve hit the nail on the head here Kevin. Good one.
Thank you, Lorraine. Best wishes, Kevin
A great one. Thank you for sharing.Best wishes, Michael
Many thanks, Michael. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
A really great one, Kevin. Thank you for sharing. Be well and stay save. Michael