Wired

A friend, when seeing folk he did not like, Always said, they were not wired right. Be male or female, black or white, If he didn't like them for any reason, Always said, they were not wired right. Now I see the world in a terrible blight, I find myself saying, we're not wired right. Wars being fought in faraway lands, Killing each other in tribal bands. Terrible atrocities get worse by day and night, I hear myself saying, we're not wired right. Why do we kill each other, brother on brother? When all we should do is love one another. When Cain killed Abel out of spite, Was it because he wasn't wired right? Now I am coming to the end of my age, It would be lovely to end the worlds rage. All it needs is for the world to see the light, Maybe, just maybe, we would be wired right © Dave Timperley 11 August 2016