Now I sit poised with pen in hand
And wait for thoughts I’ll understand
To ease into my frame of mind
Maybe pleasant, not too unkind.
But I look at the news and it hits me again
The horrors in a world so racked in pain
And the gentle words that I wanted to write
Are chased off the page in terrible fright.

Is this all we have to offer each other
A knife or a bullet to use ‘gainst our brother
Our sisters are caring for babies yet now
In this world full of danger they manage somehow
But what life for children who are raised in the storm
Will they ever get to see peace as the norm.

The world is bleeding…

© Joe Wilson – I weep…2015