A beautiful world
locked behind a door of hate.
You ignored the signs,
but some knew the upcoming fate.
“Screw off!” was yelled.
A fight broke out,
some kind of way to rebel.
We are all family.
It’s a lost day when we are run by money.
An imitation admiral led the crowd,
now there was nothing left that was funny.
These last few years my friends and I stayed in
the mountains praying, delaying, and saying.
No one’s right; the future does not look bright.
But as long as we worship God, there will always be a light.
I wrote this when I was 16, that’s about the mid 90’s. I have several like this from that time frame that feel eerily appropriate in these times. I had a religious/spiritual tone to them as well.