What is wrong with the world?
Have we forgotten how to care?
Is love so scarce we only feel hate?
Every day we drift further apart.
We are destined to have another world war
unless we stop and embrace our differences.
We are all part of the human race,
And we must love one another as such.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scarce
I am often at war with myself
Struggling between happy and sad
But now I am caught in a new battle
Between right and wrong
Is it wrong to want to be loved
Is it right to say I am lonely
Is it wrong to think of him
Is it right to think we are over
Is it wrong to hope for the future
Is it right to regret the past
So many questions with no answers
I sit and struggle with life and love
As the war rages on inside my heart and head
All I know is I never stopped loving him
And I feel like I don’t belong here anymore
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – war
Last year a friend posted about how some of our soldiers have a hard time around the holidays with fireworks causing PTSD trauma. Please be mindful of vets in your neighborhood when deciding to use fireworks over the summer.
As the fireworks explode
Across the night time sky
He hears the bombs detonate
Once again inside his mind
Every year he dreads the holidays
And the memories they bring
The sounds and smell of gunpowder
Scarred him when he was just nineteen
And every fuse that is ignited
Brings more flashbacks to his mind
He is haunted by the sounds of war
Brought to life with just a bang
In a perfect world
Sleep would cure the tired
A bandage would repair a wound
Peace would bloom from conflict
And medicine heal the diseased
But homeless fear the night and do not sleep
Innocent victims see wounds of anger grow infected
Wars come from men of conflict to the masses
And disease still ravages the purest of souls
In this imperfect world of ours