By D. R. DiFrancesco

Another day,

Awoken by the news,

Another tragedy,

More death and destruction.

Insensitivity on one side,

Intolerance on the other,

Differing views,

All of the same event.

Flags burned,

Flags torn to shreds,

Blamed on a celluloid debacle,

This is just a ruse.

Eleven September mere coincidence,

I think not,

Another excuse for bad behavior,

Another claim of insult to God.

We are different,

Although we are the same,

We are born, we love,

We live, we die.

We hurt, we bleed,

We suffer, we cry,

We strive for answers in this chaotic world,

Only to realize the more we know the less we know.

There is evil among us,

Tainting the good with the same broad brush,

Distilling us down to one common meld,

Can we not see past the hate!

Self-perpetuating and self-destructive,

A merry-go-round since time began,

Punch my ticket,

I want to get off.