IN TIMES LIKE THESE

In times like these

when the ugliness of selected revolution

spins out of control, there are

no answers in times like these

The questioning seems futile

when perversity twists reality

 manipulated by the strong

and leaves in its wake, 
charred statues, open wounds and gaping horror, 

revealing the price we pay

for calling ourselves earthborn

In times like these

when the faults of selective evolution

explains not the human mystery, there are

no words in times like these

to describe and decode events

When sanity hangs precariously

perched in contemplative suicide

tossed about like a marionette

floating atop a wave of hysteria

buoyed in an ocean of frenzy

with no safe place to land on

No comfort in times like these

for them that lose and them that lost

when healing can't hear the starters gun

hiding scared in the madness prevailing

searching for an invisible foothold

amidst destruction campaigned

by people who conveniently forget the sacrifice

of pawns in the game of politics

we forget that its happened before
... the times like these,

in times like these