I suppose I am no Robert Frost, no Edgar Allan Poe. I did however write a little diddy regarding the madness that seems to be engulfing the world. So assume a philosophical positon, light some incense, and enjoy.
Why oh why? The songbirds cry.
But their songs fall upon deaf ears.
Blood is shed when it should not.
Anger let out, built up over the years.
Why oh why? The innocent die.
Bombs are dropped, explosions sound.
Frantically civilians run amok.
Prayers yelled out, chaos all around.
Why oh why? The bullets fly.
Heart so pure, fill with fears.
Someone, stop this before it’s too late.
Someone, before the world runs out of tears
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