War, a Season of Madness

A season of sadness A season of sorrow No one knows what tomorrow Will bring at this hour of madness A president is being impeached Lots of foolish wars are going on Does it make sense to be rich? Lots of frivolous fights are going on Life is so darn unusual and fragile We come and we go like that Yet, some people are so vile Something is going on, there's a plot Somewhere. People are dying Too many of our brothers and sisters Are being killed. How many years Do we have left on earth? Nobody knows Yet, we act and behave like we are eternal How many hours do we need to pause To think, so we can be spiritual? Death comes without blowing a whistle Without whispering like a summer wind Life is indeed highly volatile and brittle Death brings grief. Death is never a friend Death brings pain. Death is fatal Death kills like a ferocious animal This is the season of sadness This is the season of madness. Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.