Whilst troubled World still gathers dust on shelf
Reacting to said factions bent on harm
Tho’ muted in response; at odds with self
Tis practised form; helps nullify alarm
Regrets (we’ve had a few) along the way
Procrastinating; heads bowed ‘Neath the sand
Each one of us (of right) will have our say
Yet whom amongst in truth doth understand
For those of us who’ve witnessed love depart
What might have been; if fates proved less unkind
Will sense the loss as Nations drift apart
Twill haunt our dotage, e’en play tricks of mind
Words left unsaid may crease a furrowed brow
So heed my plea and grasp the nettle now