If we aren’t at peace
With ourselves, how
Can we be at peace
With anyone else?
A recipe for disaster
Looms on the horizon.
I forsee calamity and
The death toll rising.
Misconception and
Misdirection, we’ve
Played into the hands
Of those doing us in.
A lack of humanity by
The insane with solely
Greed and conquest
To gain. It pains me
To doubt we’ll sustain,
As the rain continues
To fall upon us all, the
Complicit and appalled
Here on Bleaker Street.