I sit here alone staring at the hate,
the anger and the situation
Wondering why it has to be this way

People are people, they make mistakes,
they say the wrong things,
words slip out that are not meant, perhaps in frustration

Harm is born of narrow minds
who can’t see past their own faces,
frowning in the bright sunlight, complaining about rain

Filling up on foolish fumes…
what fuels this need to make another feel bad,
what stands in the way of peace

Forgiveness, an antiquated word
Little use and it will disappear,
if it hasn’t already

Who is better than another
When push comes to shove…
why does push come to shove

War, we all despise it but we all create it,
not with guns and tanks
but with hurtful phrases and sharpshooter aim

Pointing our weapons because…because
of something uttered in the heat of the moment
a friend, (loose term?) that fails to wave hello

Why can’t we all just get along,
stop the maddening effects,
stop the madness…stop the mad