Arrogance and helplessness copulate
Leaving police behind
they conceive the human babe
Who makes us all a slave
Crying eyes screaming heaves demanding
succor....stays a' breast
'Till satisfaction comes
What dreams may come....indeed....I ask
What's forcing us to leave
More care required.....and tenderly
or all you get is squeal
Do babes grow up? ....feed their own?
If not....what's that reveal?
'To be or not to be'
A question still remains
You say you're poor...downtrodden
I've seen your bully ways
Don't grant me some soliloquy
By looting in the streets
What you want you take ala ISIS mode
While polititians dither
There was a man who gave us much
Lived not 'the grasping way'
He thought too much....too well
Pictured scenes of life, death, afterlife....in art
With feeling showed us inside things
Displayed a kinder way to be
Then left us buzzing here
all bees don't use stingers
Some of us are drones
so let me now be brief
Neither robbin' or lootin'
Riots or shootin' will
Solve the ills of man
Stand up....face fears
Be kind.....don't quit
Get help....be patient
Be human....grow up
But don't be seduced by death
for in the undiscovered country
Who knows what dreams may come.
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