Before It's Too Late Poem by Daniel Sims

the futility but resilience of it all,
is enough to disgust or even appall.
bodies of innocence lie here and there,
life continues, without a shadow of care.

yet the corpses reflect you and me,
the corpses are you, don't you see!
if this pointless quarrel does not cease,
then everyone and anyone will decease.

to remember the dead is respect and restraint,
but who will exist to offer advice or complaint,
when no one will remain to breath the crisp air,
no one will be left to respect the dead, or care.

and still poppies grow and they will replace,
the answer is staring us straight in the face,
lay down your weapons and your fist,
before this disease continues to persist.