Read All Abut It

Read all about it Our days seem filled with death and destruction While hate and war go hand in hand With what? Politics and past deeds? Religion? Tribal ties? Races go head to head While people die from others dreams of power. An omnipotent human trait perhaps? Neighbours look back over their shoulders Determined to keep past grievances alive, To set things right, to turn the tide, And so it spreads A cancer that nothing can cure Ingrained in this, the 'daily' life we lead. The living and the dead join hands too So Keeping that hate alive in every corner of this Our world. Families feud, and so it grows Since first we walked, then talked. Kin, villages, clans, Borders spanned by tongue, Or colour, or creed. A never ending battle for what? Tow the line, kill or be killed, Just follow the thoughts of men Who crave dominion over each other. A downward spiral Leads to who or what we are, or were, Or think, or dream. Brothers and sisters in arms Driven by deeds long past to haunt the sleep Of the living, and the dead. If history takes care of itself, Then what of the future?