a word’s game, composition by Franca F.

In these last days
my brain has gone away.
It has worked hard
now it’s blank…
No idea.No word.
Is it on strike?And why?
It’s tired of listening ,reading, watching
only negative accidents, facts , news from this world:
blood death war…
It’s waiting for hearing
also nice words.
We’re in Spring:
Sun, hope, flowers, birds..
If you think, all often
depends on..
the change of just one letter:
from black to blank
from war to warm
blood…bloom.
No more war but warm hug
No blood but bloom..
No tank but thank..
The world …a place of peace.
Then..I’m sure my tired brain
Will work well again
and from Off or Out
It will turn In or On…
Again!!!