Upon The Screen Of Bloodied Hues. Poem by Michael Gale

Can't wait to ignore the tv news...
More violence spent upon the screen of bloodied hues.

Why must violence meet my eyes and ears? ...
Why must we unbride our fears?

How can man descend his ways? ...
How may he adhere these days?

What oh what can save our planet? ...
What will help the gambled gambit?

Our chips will be scattered to the losing spheres...
That's my days of daily fears.

Violence will only end with the coming of The Lord...
While the rest of men die by their own hands and weaponed sword.