It Is What It Is
A poem
By Rowan Blair Colver
It is what it is
It is sadness
Mantled with anger
Sorrow cloaked
With garments of
Red mist and
Grief concealed
Behind a mask
Of prejudice
Learned perceptions
Of all from the
Misdeeds of the few
It is money lust
Bound with excuses
Silence of conscience
From starvation
And lack of light
It is deep suffering
Painted like fear
Just in case
It is what it is
War is
Bloody hell
And I am so
Dreadfully sorry
It is sadness
Mantled with anger
Sorrow cloaked
With garments of
Red mist and
Grief concealed
Behind a mask
Of prejudice
Learned perceptions
Of all from the
Misdeeds of the few
It is money lust
Bound with excuses
Silence of conscience
From starvation
And lack of light
It is deep suffering
Painted like fear
Just in case
It is what it is
War is
Bloody hell
And I am so
Dreadfully sorry
