It's insane,
Though our domain,
That we watch as children die;
Their mothers asking why.
Ringing gunshots peircing the air;
Blood soaking into our loved ones hair.
How can we live with this unnesaccary violence in this world?
How can we live our lives as intents hide- unfurled?
How can murder be justified?
Why is it we hide,
Intents and true meanings and lies?
How come so many innocents have to die?
This life is real,
And so is what we feel.
Pain.
Love.
Loss.
Happiness.
Sadness.
Anger.
Dispair.
But must we condone these emotions with ill will;
Ill wil to death- to murder- to kill?
It's insane,
Though our domain,
That we kill- make so many people die;
Nobody truly asking- wondering "Why?"