Where Does it End?

Where Does it End?

The leaders stand up
On the 6 o'clock news.
They beat their chests,
They beat their podiums,
They beat their drums.
What should we do?
They ask.
Live in fear forever?

Then one, inspired
Declares that we shall
Kill them all
Before they can kill us.
Attacks, death, innocent
Blood splattered, spilled
Along with the blood of
Those we say are
Guilty by intent.
While earnest faced reporters
Preen their hair and
Pick the filth from
Under their manicures,
Cutting to commercial.

Rage of the guilty
Calls for bloody revenge.
Revenge breeds revenge,
Blood breeds more blood,
Rage and humiliation.
Tattered bodies splayed
Across my television.
I sit alone before
Flickering images, edited
To flash by at a rate of
So many atrocities per minute.

I sit alone with my fear
As they spin every word
To keep hate high;
To keep our eyes from seeing
Their scandal, their failures.
Our economy is poor?
See how many of our people
Were killed by evil doers today.
The leaders are unpopular?
But, just look at what they are
Saving us from.

But where does it end?
When will life be more
Important than re-election?
When will our faith
Speak louder than our fear?
So that we can meet hatred
With love,
And end the cycle of blood.
If we don't,
It may only end
When there is one person left.


(I do not write poetry to be a poet, so there really is no need to review for the purpose of making my poem more techinally proficient. But, if you liked it and want to chat, feel free. If you hated it and want to tell me how wrong I am, that's great too. I love having the freedom of speech so much that I even celebrate the people who don't agree with me. Have a wonderful day.}