Through all this strife We create life It's not wrong or right It's humanity's plight
Whether it's with a wife Or a stranger We create life Despite danger
There is a new addition He could end repetition Of negative patterns And social ladders But there is a competition Between the new editions Of positive versus negative He'll be the one ahead of it
In a world plagued with stabbings By the greedy money grabbing Not to mention the beastly bombings That endear retribution wronging And elusive peace longing There is a birth Amongst death That makes it worth That first breath Which provides hope in promise and potential When they could be the positive differential That could change this planet And the hearts made of granite
We are born screaming And never stop We find ways of teaming To be cops Imposing our will on others Through fascist force There are many ways to cover How this ruins discourse But I sense a new sheriff in town Our old ways he'll bury in the ground He might be one or two now But he'll change the world and I don't know how For he brings hope To a world with none He helps me cope A compassionate son He'll make the world brighter By not being a fighter In a world of strife He'll create life
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1