The Pessimist Rises Poem by Aaron Lynn

A certain society smiles with glee.

At an atrocity so obscene.

They gather and shout and with hatred, they spout:

'This is God's will, indeed! '



On a lingering stain within parents sad hearts.

One can never be truly wiped clean.

A group plans to march, and like cowards, to mock.

And to thank God for this tragedy.



Now slowly our happiness crumbles.

Peace of mind for our youth is a thing of the past.

Our generation is lost in a jungle.

They burn it down and assume we'll be back.



Still, our elders shrug their shoulders.

While insisting it's only a phase.

Just know that our towering helplessness.

May be following us to our graves.



As we are endlessly bewildered.

By gutless acts and your effortless plans.

How can you neglect that the pessimist rises.

Completely usurping the doomed hearts of man?