I Don't Like What I See Poem by Ray Hansell

As I awaken in the morning
As the day starts to be
I take a look around
I don't like what I see

As the day turns to afternoon
I nap under a tree
I take a look around
I don't like what I see

As darkness starts to fall
Daylight begins to flee
I take a look around
I don't like what I see

What have we become
What have we all done
No one can outrun
The bullets from a gun

Though it may seem
This is not a dream
When people run and scream
Have we gone to the extreme

Have we come to a place
Where there is no disgrace
Because we don't see a trace
Of the dead peoples face

Why do we just accept
And let things just get swept
In a place un-kept
Where people wept

Somehow it must end
A law must be penned
I don't want to send
To the grave another friend

I hope I live to see the day
When guns are used in the right way
It can be done if we pray
But everyone must have a say


11-30-17/RjH