A lot of theory being tossed around
about who is responsible,
what monster is bombing our children
yet, no answers being readily made,
don’t hold a candle to the shallow graves
our children are laying in.
Day after day the reports are grim,
we can’t turn on the tube without
analysis, anger and angst,
yet, nothing can be done over here,
except, no not accept, simply except.
We pray a lot when helpless death comes around
when cancer strikes someone down,
while our lives as human beings are being tossed around,
rather, split apart by the terrors of war.
We like to hope our prayers are reaching those in need,
when all we can really do is ready ourselves
for the pain that lies ahead, and learn to accept
we have absolutely no control over His plan,
or maybe its Her idea, I haven’t a clue.
Stroll outside and glance upon the sky,
know its beauty is only borrowed time,
for some, for many, for those that don’t
make it to your Saturday barbecue.
Life has a different face when the cameras are off,
when Johnny on the spot is ’embedded in war’
My God isn’t that a little ludicrous,
to imagine we will put a reporter in harm’s way
just to show us all the ugliness; hear what human nature
Far different than that Utopia, Nirvana, Peace …
we all strive for peace, then, why do we not listen to each other!