Unhinged

Here I sit watching the world becoming unhinged,

The glue of cooperation, in disintegration,

Oozes and slips away as a sly dog slinks,

And a world, once somewhat together, shrinks.

The pieces become more diverse,

With smaller parts and rigid stance,

Claiming their place in a universe,

Where there is no dominance,

Only difference.

 © Roger Bodo-2016