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.
