Hailing an Interstellar Taxi
Stop this world, I want to get off!

What's wrong with the world, has it gone mad? With all of its problems, I'm getting a bit sad. Brexit came along and a nation was split, Like the country's self destruct button was hit.
The anti-gay act brought in by Uganda, I've forgotten, are we still trying to save the Panda? The hatred of other religions, terrorists they might be, Countries sending militaries to force them to their knee.
Covid-19 spreading all the way through, Governments on their knees not knowing what to do. Fires in Australia, it seemed like hardly any countries care, But a church burns in France and so much money to spare.
Black lives matter, causing riots and looting, Industries with toxins and smoke that's polluting. So many problems all around the globe, Could be the reason for very little hope.
Humanity went mental and that's being nice, What will happen next? let's roll the dice. I stand hand raised high on this lump of granite, Hailing a taxi to take me off this planet.
©MartinRushton 2020
Martin is The Rude Poet, based in the South of England. Most of my work is from prompts or random comments made on social media. I love a challenge, so if you want to give me a prompt for another poem, please respond with it below. I do reserve the right to refuse 😉






