Working on the world

I’m using these spanners to fix it all,
if you want to join me, please tie your tongue.
Do not allow these knots to rust and fall,
the world is broken, all the rights are wrong,
Walking in the world, wound deep and so long.
I can’t fix the world up, I’m not a Stark.
Even if I snapped, my guts cannot bark.
Allow it heal, while you forge another.
Build yourself an Earth, leave God in the park,
don’t be like Noah, pick up a sister

Ruddapoet