the world's
going, going, now it’s gone to hell
how do we
save the children from all the shells
what part of
the story do we have to tell
in order for
the next generation not to fail
I wish I had
a solution to save the frail
un-tarnished
minds and hearts from the smell
of death,
distorted realities, we all know so well
alas, there's
nothing more poetic than a nail
that's
hammered through the poet's heart to tell
the endless
story of war and brutality, the holy grail
of illusion
sold and bought by everyone, male and female
a gun in
every home doesn't work at all, let alone as well
as love in
every home for every home, but love doesn't sell
it doesn't
increase the "Dow" or "S&P," love is free
it's hard to
trust something so honest and so hard to see
maybe if we
could sell goggles to view it in 3-D
as long as
there are profits, everyone is happy
so if we
could just make love turn a profit
larger than
capital gains from wars being fought
our children
would have a chance not to be caught
and tangled
within all the bull shit their parents bought
life would
start to have sustainable meaning and not
unsustainable,
uncontrollable hatred for a whole lot
of stupid
and senseless things causing their souls to rot
I could keep
on going forever with this story's plot
because it has gone on forever, but that's
really not
an excuse
for it to keep going, so I'm going to stop
©September
11, 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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