Attune

As the sunrise cast purple upon pines A Mockingbird chatters to cricket's tune Not knowing on the insect he'll soon dine Now his hunger isn't inclined, just hears croon And his heart to the music is attune Insects and animals without a soul Can devour, without thought, another whole Has society reverted, fallen to days when Satan in the garden stole Man's righteousness; left in shame crestfallen This came to me this morning as I listened to the news someone or ones shot a man seventeen times after demanding of him his wallet and car keys which he gave to them but the man lived with seventeen gunshot wounds..What is wrong with our society?? Written: Tuesday, September 06, 2016 Inspired by Laura Loo's contest Dizain Poem II and the above news.