Poets have been enticed to write a poem using only questions.
Is it real?
Do you see the sky burning up in glorious flames or is it just me?
I think I heard a whispered answer in the distance between you and me, but maybe not?
What if that was a sign of things to come, would you be scared?
If you saw your city burning up while sitting on a sailing boat, where would you go?
Where are the screams on complacent streets allowing two insane leaders play with fire?
I don’t know the answer, do you?