I can’t seem to wrap my head around the madness,
The proprieties of man have become seemingly massless;
To lay down our arms and lessen the strife,
Prepared to be struck down by the same archer twice
Cold heat burns skin of the poor man whose richness is of searing pain,
Temperate by the melted shards of icy glass and frozen rain,
Lost in time it may seem that we’ve lost the way,
Regulations that we’ve considered forged of our past have increasingly swayed
Verdicts upon verdicts of unconscious fights,
Will we have children bearing witness to no more but sleepless nights?
Can we not conquer the wrong doings by handing them back,
Rather than regarding our enemies mergers with slack?
I guess my head is bulged with ideas so large,
They couldn’t be compressed to mould a sphere for they’d barge,
The constant questions I have not yet attained answers to see,
Convince me that man is proper, because at this point,
Some one must be.