Wednesday, November 9, 2016

It Is What It Is


When hope for change brings change for worse, and each new day another curse
is  heard across  the range;
a dozen here, a million there, drawn into war  --   It isn't fair.
The planet's gotten strange.
The sun comes up, the sun goes down for child and criminal and clown;
it  doesn't  need your vote.
Like Sisyphus, we roll that stone, to prove that life is more than moan;
that we still steer our boat.
Tears and anger are reactions that just trigger bigger factions -
where DO we go from here?
Forward, backward, or stay in place?  Stumble, crumble, or go retrace?
One  wants an end of  FEAR.