I made the mistake of watching the news this morning, and became paralyzed with grief. Writing this poem about it doesn't help at all, but it's better than nothing, I guess:
SO FEARFUL
CHORUS: So sad and so tearful,
So mad and yet fearful,
My hands won't stop shaking,
My heart won't stop quaking,
Despair gets the best of me … so fearful.
Hear how another child blows himself to bits,
See how apathy blindly turns and just sits,
Read how hatred abounds … gives me the fits,
Why are we helpless? Why can't it be fixed?
CHORUS: So sad and so tearful,
So mad and yet fearful,
My hands won't stop shaking,
My heart won't stop quaking,
Despair gets the best of me … so fearful.
Bring on the amusement! Bring on the clowns!
A delusion of joy may wipe off those frowns!
My head in the sand, repressing it down,
Hope lived here once, but became a ghost town.
CHORUS: So sad and so tearful,
So mad and yet fearful,
My hands won't stop shaking,
My heart won't stop quaking,
Despair gets the best of me … so fearful.
Our record speaks volumes, for this little planet,
If it can be destroyed, we manage to plan it,
At the base of it all, beyond all our need,
The one human constant: unquenchable greed.
CHORUS: So sad and so tearful,
So mad and yet fearful,
My hands won't stop shaking,
My heart won't stop quaking,
Please God forgive us … we're so fearful.
Seriously ... what are we doing to ourselves!