Does it matter what I say,

Does it matter what I say,

What I think,

When black rain falls,

And with each new drop

Our lives are washed away.

Hopes and dreams,

Fears and screams,

Slip between

The warring clouds,

To lose themselves in

A dangerous mist,

As deeply, darkling skies

Claim their souls.

And all about is drowned,

As a tidal bore

Of hate and pain

Soaks through the earth,

And sours the grain,

With blood,

And retribution.

What is this day

That starts so well,

And dies before

It has a chance to live.

Headlines bleed

Across the page,

Describing

Acts and language,

Soaked with rage.

What will become of us,

Of love?

When men say,

They know,

The only way

To make a life is to kill.

And taint the land

With the stink and grime of death.

What of humanity,

Joint unity, responsibility.

For the future of our world,

And selves,

If love

Is wrested from our hands,

And twisted, by haters.

When they are done,

Where will love have gone,

And where will madness

Take us?