Something
Something is coming around.
Wondering where we are bound.
Something is in the air.
Putting people in a state of scare
What it is I don't know
The world is putting on such a show.
The world doesn't need another war.
Haven't we learned from past lore .
Always asking for a little more.
Anchorman speaking on the news
Giving my heart the blues
Their words filling my head.
Putting me in a state of dread.
Can't see past tomorrow
Do you have some hope I can borrow.
Hate seems to take the lead
Next comes the dirty deed
Death comes from above
Whatever happened to our love
Dark days darker nights
What happens when the world fights.
Where are them human rights .
When will it end
What message do we send
There will be no sorrow
If no one is around for a tomorrow.
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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