Love When the World Is Broken
by Michael Doyle

There's no need to wonder
About how the world broke.
That still voice inside me
Whispered as it quietly spoke.

Too often we chased
Seeking the way over the pedestal
With chemicals and technology as we paced
And we surrendered doing what was sensible.

With one dirty bomb, the end began.
One by one, the world was undone.
Time upended as the stains ran.
But what ends turns back as it was begun.

A child looks out the broken window,
Toward a sky turned macrabe shades of red.
Our government's play game the people didn't know,
And from there, we will all end up dead.

Taken in sum for recompense,
Feelings are real and have consequence.
Even the end of the world has time for love,
Especially when it fits like a glove. 

(c) August 6, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved