Wrongs

The way it is today
I must say
So much hate
Of late
Such a sad fate
People crying over wrongs in the past 
Things that did not even then last
Lifes that were torn
Before we were even born
Fighting over what they believe
Words hidden beneath the sleeve
Such a disgrace
Cause we are all the same race
Words become stone
When your all alone
Watch what you say
It is the new way
Feelings becoming easy to hurt
By someone not curt
Your life is better than mine
My light never did shine
Just standing in line
Wasting time
Writing this rhyme
Watching the world go up in smoke
With fear the world starts to choke
I will have another toak
Watching the war machine start coming alive
All that jive
That powers that be
Can no longer see
What is right for us
Giving us reasons to fuss
Hiding tomorrow
With our own sorrow
By making us have to beg and borrow
So many without a home
Left to roam
So many hiding behind a locked door
Afraid those without, may want a little more
Just to get by
Do it or die
The harder we try
The anger starts to simmer
The light becomes dimmer
I want this I want that
Some just sit there and get fat
The poor pulling their dinner out of their hat
The hungry crying out for more
Closer draws this war
We fight among ourselves
For imaginary wealths
We let our hearts grow cold
Or souls, sold
Hate
Fate
Way too late
We fight with each other
No time for our brother
Love starts to smother
The fire
Gets higher
Spreads across the land
 Alone we each stand
Each tick of the clock
More guns cock
More hearts start to lock
Directing our attention away
From what's really going on today
Misdirection with news that is fake
Giving us the wrong direction to take
So the more bad decisions we make
 The war among us remains unseen so far
But sticks to us like tar
Building up with each day
Cannot trust what anyone has to say
This is the new way
I see
What could be
What is coming around
Our hands become bound
Blind becomes our eyes
This is the time of lies
My heart cries
War
Finds our door
War of hate
Is now our fate
No reason to ask why
Every reason to die
As fire burns the sky
To late we see
How things really be
They held our attention so long
On things we thought were wrong
Did not see till too late
This change of fate
Brought on by hate

Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2024

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