Striving to be right
Political correctness
Reality lost
Braying and kicking
Fighting over a turnip
Two mules at a fence
Sweet arils within
An explosion of flavour
Nature's first grenades
Echoing pop, pop
Such insignificant noise
The quick sound of death
Within a balloon
A universe progressing
Gone in an instant
A dog barking near
It's afraid
Posing fearless
Baying for the pack
One is sleeping unaware
Deaf, unvigilant
On their days off post
Missing letter-laden bag
Walking a circle
To post a letter
Marked fragile, cancel by hand
They stamped it by foot
Power, moulding minds
Suffering aching anew
Humiliation