I see the world in colors,
but lately all I’ve seen is flames.
Ignorance is besting,
all that common sense has claimed.
Panic is overwhelming,
even the calmest of days.
And I wonder as I wander over ashes in the fields,
If this is what humanity means then why are we still here.
Echo’s of the end of days are ringing in my ears,
And I keep thinking maybe that’s the reason why we are still here.
I am deafened by the sounds,
So much is being yelled out to the world.
Violence is an outcry,
But responsibilities are blurred.
Anger is commonplace,
In all the boys and girls.
And I ponder as I prance about in blood-soaked avenues,
If this is what God made for us, then why are we of use.
Nature is trying to end us all with sickness and abuse.
And I keep thinking maybe that is why we still have a use.
I am speaking loud and long,
But what I say is not loud enough.
Logic is not present,
It has become a Diamond in the Rough.
Greed is a poison,
And our hope for a cure is tough.
And I daydream as I dance in the ballroom made of fright,
If this is our legacy, will our children know what’s right?
I wonder if God realizes how far we’ve fallen from light,
And I keep thinking if our children will really be alright.
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