By: Debbie Tunstall

I didn’t think I’d be longing for the end,
begging for things to happen –
beckoning even.

You see on the news
about props used for propaganda,
black man / white man.
This man, that man.

They make a fuss, a riot.
They don’t make poppies for the murdered one’s.

On Facebook,
they debate
over what did it;

society,
mental health,
lack of money.

The people here are cannibals,
switching knives for words,

I live in a place where kindness has no meaning, no worth.
No place.

They say, one day
Earth may see its end

I say,
let it hit.

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Debbie Tunstall is a writer from Merseyside, United Kingdom. She has recently discovered writing and has finally found her sense of balance in life.

She is featured in the anthologies, Fireflies, Hope, Embers, and 100 poems for the 21st century, as well as elsewhere online.