Tell Me When The World Will Be Right
oh sleep where have you gonemy eyes are heavy and my mind is worn
thinking about today, yesterday and tomorrow
i feel the urgency of tremendous sorrow
for all that's happening in this world of events
my patience for happiness is long over spent
whenever bombs are flying and people are dying
my mind is trying to make order of things that
happen in cities, deserts, and jets
there's just no sense i can make of it
why does hatred fill the air,
seep into lives without a care?
are there any answers anywhere?
no sleep for me; no purpose do I see
for my comtemplation is rapidly raging
and the powers, entities of greed are waging
a battle for the souls left unattended
while the soldiers are dying, trying to end it.
the authors of destruction hide in their caves
hoping their own souls to save
give directions for murder and annilation
to all who live in every nation
and sit alone in railway stations
waiting to board for their final destination
as the bombs ignite, the planes explode in flight,
and missiles fly throughout the night.
Tell me when the world will be right
because
i just can't sleep
tonight.
Kathy Lockhart
8/12/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-08-12 at 07:59
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