Those who think deep,

AGAIN!By shrewd, dishonest,Politicians,That are very badOpticians, sellingPink colored lenses,To those that alreadyAre not seeing, Well!

Those you neverWill forget,When love opensThe best momentsThat you never,Will regret.

We can’t find any nationDesired, to stand up for,Applaud with admiration.By Whirlwind social syndrome,So much is changed and swallowed,So little good is followed,What will be left of Us?Of Nations?Come tomorrow.

You and I,Our Whose and Whys.So Why?Are we so badly coordinatedThat all we create, we destroy,And Yet,To who and what,We really love,Can never say goodbye?

Than a poem read,That sets apartFeelings,That as humansWe should haveOf brotherhood,And that denyOur bitter historyOf grave injustice,And disgrace,That for so long have beenOur own, disgraceful waste!

The line between sanity and madness,No one can name or explain.