Over the Weekend

Like a drunkard in a stupor
I stumbled out of bed
My eyelids still heavy
From the dark cloud hanging and looming
Over my muddied head

Over a swelling river
Torrents team and rage
Splashing spilling spitting
The heart screams foul
Artless to stop the haemorrhage

Today there is no room
For politics, war and senseless killings
I have no strength
To tell another tale pen another story
These are burdens too heavy to carry