I once thought the world was a limitless sphere.
Beyond the forests, the oceans, the land
Infinite space would duly appear,
Vast meadows of grass, wide beaches of sand.
Its not just the rockets and bombs that I fear,
It’s the spite and hate I don’t understand.
For what can survive ‘gainst this type of rain?
There’s not enough room in this world for such pain.

Linking this to Muri’s Poetry Scavenger Hunt, (https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/03/30/looking-forward-to-poetry-month/) Prompt No 11, to write an Ottava Rima. The title refers to the diameter of the world (in miles). Not sure how I feel about this poem – it has been bumbling in my head for a while, but perhaps the form is not the best one for the message. Oh well, in for a penny, as they say …