If there is one word to describe how I feel

FEARFUL, that word is becoming quite real.

How can things be so out of control

Death and destruction is their only goal

There is no so called ” meeting of the minds”

These are warning signs

FEARFUL at best

There is no rest

Don’t get much sleep

The problem is deep

What will tomorrow bring

Will the birds refuse to sing

There is not a place that’s safe

Hear me no place safe

Looking forward to November

But it is far from over

You have heard it time and time again

I will repeat it again and again

Choose wisely in November

Because we will live with it forever.