Rise
Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
fades to life less ethereal.
Off to work or off to school
our minds slip into the daily races fueled.
Never a thought or question as to the day's fate
until the moment rises when we're too late.
Too late for a loving hug or that kiss goodbye
when spirits are hurried in the by and by
but someone irrational and angry in a hateful thought
brings chaos to the innocence of youth caught;
The firefall spattered wide and random in its spray
fated to take all our innocence away,
while men in higher places and positions
look down stagnant sorrowful in contrition.
Their views and words so quickly relayed
saying the same repetitive explanations on parade
yet turn blind eyes to the anger of the crowd
who shout and cry at the newest shrouds.
What does it take for common sense solutions
to oppose the profiteering greed pollution
that overwhelms the general average populace
and holds down the real of Washington's disgrace?
Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
fades to life less ethereal.
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