I would like to write about
things as I wish they were,
but my hopeless dreams of goodness
I sadly now inter.
Prayers and aspirations
hopes and dreams galore,
slip through my shaking fingers
to smash down on the floor.
People behaving badly
are all that's in the news,
doing things so terrible
all humanity has to lose.
Confounding earthly wisdom
of what is good and right,
some madness of their spirits
compel them now to fight.
Angry and short sighted
after all that we have learned,
wisdom and compassion
maniacally have been spurned.
But the failure of our efforts
to rescue hopes so bold,
should come as no surprise
having sadly been foretold.
by Robert Quinn
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