Tragedy and Hope

Here is a poem that is almost a limmerick

Of what good are moonbeams

When streetlights are on

And stars no longer shine brightly

Of what good are big dreams

When rights are trampled on

And people are killing people nightly

Of what good is the home team

Which side are they really on

The government—who acts quite unsightly



And then



This part isn’t reality—but still here is my dream

The human race will live on

But now maybe tread more lightly