January 6, 2017
Dedicated to those who were affected by the Ft. Lauderdale Airport attack yesterday, January 6, 2017.
Violence isn’t funny. Violence isn’t a joke.
This world’s such a bloody powder keg, always going up in smoke
As the slightest spark ignites it and blows it all to bits,
Leaving those who still live within it entering furious fits
Of sobs of grief and fury that seem to never stop
As tears run down their faces, forming rivers, drop by drop.
So many derelicts on this earth getting a jolly from,
Ending people’s lives for little to no reason, the scum.
Worse yet, there doesn’t seem to be any solution in sight,
For all humanity seems to do these days is fight, fight, fight—
Not the kind of constructive fight, either, that brings to an end
Any kind of bloodshed or destruction. ‘Tis what I see leastways, friend,
For I’ve learned that no matter how much closer as a world we become,
Our equally growing self-centeredness keeps us from being one,
Whether it be with the folks next door or with nations ‘cross the sea.
The search for peace may very well last us an eternity.
That doesn’t mean we give up, though, for doing so only means
Acceptance of how things are, no matter how messy or obscene
They’ve become over the years when we all know they can be
Much more serene than what they’ve been, and who doesn’t want to see
The day when stabbings and shootings become naught but a memory
And bombs and missiles fail to launch to decimate you and me
And the only fists and feet a-flailing are those in MMA bouts?
One must admit that at least it’s a dream worth dreaming about.
Then again, why not try to make the dream a reality
And work together to achieve better things for you and me?
Why don’t we set aside our differences and cooperate
To squash that which we’ve all grown tired of? That’s how we all can relate
With one another, for if nothing else, such is the common thread
We all share in this day and age. Come, then! Let’s end the dread.
Let’s work together to move forward into a brighter day
And stop the violence ‘fore it claims only more lives in any way.
The century’s still young, after all, and though a golden age
Is still many years away from now, we can still at least turn the page
For our children and their children after them in the hope that they
Will no longer have to suffer through the hell we know today.