this is no debate
when one side’s screaming falsehoods
and the other bleeds
those poor innocents…
the corridors of power
echo their hatred
that’s the modern world –
media tirades amidst
alternative facts
throw ’em all under!
a bloody trail the bus has
caterpillar tracks
she wears a new name
smiles for the very first time…
as easy as that
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
Your poetry expresses very well the anxiety of our times. It is a record of the insanity in which we now live daily.
Woke up this morning to discover Britain had spent the night firing missiles in Syria, when most of the country is still questioning whether there’s any actual evidence of chemical weapons use. Oh, well, at least it’s a distraction from the political *!&^ that is Brexit…
And Trumpist america. Looks like we’re partners in grime.