“I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to …” – A Day in the Life (Beatles)
Finish my lyrics with torment and greed.
Sickened by the lust of power desecrates
humanity as an intelligence run amok.
Who are we anymore, again, please reply.
I just heard a proclamation of horrific
stance, posture, attitude, built upon
resentment, that fashionable disease.
There is a piece of me remains preserved
for a sunny day, a better way to respond
to Evil’s grasp on our world of ignorance.
I wonder if I stepped outside and screamed
if anyone might really hear me beyond a visual
response to a crazy man in a psychotic state.
Would they listen to my words anymore than
they did when the aftermath of torture ended.
I stood in front of time watchful of my attention,
I sold my soul to the world beyond my own control.
I soiled my own physical reality with the fear of me.
I solved no matter of reasoning, no new influence
I stood stunned solemn – while the healing began.
I wonder sometimes who really gets it, or is that a choice,
knowledge mixed with pity and reasoning seems abrupt
when in a loss of life we are suddenly brought to arms,
we are living in a society of pain and agony,
we are testing freedom’s beauty within a state of